Bleed

By totallyalone

I grab my razor, sliding across my wrist - I bleed.
I know that this is the pain I need.
As I watch my blood...

drip

drip

drip

My mind transported, on a trip.
My arms run red,
Thoughts race through my head.
Would anyone miss me?
Why not set them free?
Free from me and all of my shit,
Give them a break, just a little bit.
I begin to withdraw,
Alone with my flaws...

drip

drip

drip

I should probably stop the blood,
Rushing out of my veins like a flood.
Too much longer, it could be too late,
But aren't I ready to accept my fate...?

drip

drip

drip

My thoughts fade away,
The nothingness welcomes me, begging me to stay.
I know that I should fight,
But it just...feels...so...right...

drip

drip

drip...

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Copyright 2018 totallyalone
Published on Tuesday, December 4, 2018.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • I IS ME On Thursday, December 6, 2018, I IS ME (885)By person wrote:

    The idea of no more, no more pressure or pain

  • sTr8-jAcKeT On Wednesday, December 5, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT (551)By person wrote:

    Such beautiful imagery, crimson splotches of acceptance & release. I've experienced focused, disciplined cutting foe the sake of love, scarification & devotion. I prefer the healing feeling afterwards, the itch & from Witchhazel burns. Thank you for this sanguine success. Beautifully dressed in a naked tub.

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