Self Injury
The pain she feels
The scream she screams
The blade pressed against
her vein,pumping blood through
her arm,Wishing she wasn't her.
She digs the blade into her skin
Felling the prickle of pain
Watching red stuff ..pump out..
"what a mistake I am" she thinks
No one is home as usual
with her bleeding wrists
she goes to her dads gun closet
With one final cry,
With one final scream,
with one bullet she tells the world
how she feels....
by
BeautifullyBrokenposted on 08/09/2007
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