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Wristcutter
By Wristcutter
The drops of my blood falls with my tears.
Fluids of emotion, falling like the river of truth.
It can't be escaped.
It follows me, like a tormenting shadow.
Darkness surrounding and covering me
with a blanket of disgust.
Fund of the cut,
now scared of the blood.
Killing one soul for the sake of a thousand.
A sacrifice to protect my next of kin.
Wristcutter
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Copyright 2013 Wristcutter
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A former member wrote:
This is scary think about. You only get one life and its already temporary. Don't cut it short.
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On Tuesday, October 15, 2013, Dancing_Monkey
(1246)
wrote:
Wellcome to DP. A place where you will become a cutter by how many cutter poems there is... This one was well written
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On Tuesday, October 15, 2013, blue angel
(877) wrote:
Strong emotions run deep within this poem, thanks for sharing and welcome to DP :)~
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On Tuesday, October 15, 2013, Gothchic
(37) wrote:
WOW!!! '...killing one soul for the sake of a thousand...' I feel this way far too many times.
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