Unknown

Every drop of blood
That is released from my flesh
Is just a tiny percent
Of my anger,depression
And stress
But to get rid of it all
What would the cost have
To be?
My body,my soul
Perhaps my integrity?
Whatever it is
I'm not willing
To take that high of a risk
I'll just stick with
Scarms on my arm
And cuts near my wrist

by XxXBleedingRosexXx
posted on 05/18/2008