So today, I'm quite sick of life and living.
Where did it all go wrong
when did it all start
I look down at my arm and see it
the fresh blood
Can't remember how they got there
all the scars on my arm
All I know is that
they are there
So I look down at it
the fresh blood
Some people may ask questions
some may simply turn their face away
Living is a pain
cutting makes it easier
I press the knife deeper
So as to get more
Fresh blood.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2008-03-31 at 19:59
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Fresh blood.
Fresh blood.Where did it all go wrong
when did it all start
I look down at my arm and see it
the fresh blood
Can't remember how they got there
all the scars on my arm
All I know is that
they are there
So I look down at it
the fresh blood
Some people may ask questions
some may simply turn their face away
Living is a pain
cutting makes it easier
I press the knife deeper
So as to get more
Fresh blood.
Poetry by Nyorioko
Read 516 times
Written on 2008-03-31 at 19:59
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