Inside of this mind,
Lay wounds from memories.
Behind these eyes,
Lay wounds from sights.
Inside this heart,
Lay wounds from love.
These wounds never scar.
I cut these slits,
Across my wrists.
So i won't drown,
In my own blood,
In my own misery.
There wounds are killing me.
My eyes no longer water,
But fill with bloody tears.
They pour down my face,
A red river i make.
I think i'm going away.
Don't waste your time,
Trying to save me.
It's better this way,
I can finally get away.
This river i'll follow,
I'm just looking for the end.
Where these bloody tears flow no more.
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Written February 12th, 2006
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great poem. This is really good. Keep up the good work. I can relate to this poem. I use to cut , I don't anymore.
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