So near to valentines
and all I can think of is death
the red roses and hearts
serve to remind me of the blood
that I'll be losing
once the knife pierces my skin
It runs and flows
down my arms
til I'm covered in it
I could bath in the blood
that's pouring from my arms
but something says
NO!
Stop cutting! Stay alive.
for me.
only for me.
Author notes
Written February 13, 2005
Dedicated to Andrew Visser
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