1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts, 4
she watched as the blood
dripped to the floor
5 cuts, 6 cuts, 7 cuts, 8
she started getting dizzy
she thought she would faint
9 cuts, 10 cuts, 11 cuts, 12
her mind slowly whispered
soon it’ll be over my dear
slowly she slid down the wall
as her arm fell to her side
her breathing was slowing
her eyes started to drope
she she finally whispered,
one last word… goodbye
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Author:
berdnt_victoria (
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Comments2
Wow, not pretty. But, your poem was on point and smooth.
Sad that anyone should do that to themselves. Great write
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