The Numb Arm
My arm is getting numb with every slice.
I'm standing in a pile of blood.
I am thinking if i need to quit.
If i need to but the blade down.
I can't feel my arm,
or the warm tears that are hitting my arm.
All I see is the blood all over the floor and my arm.
All I feel and the warm tears going down my face.
Copyright © Sabrina Rains | Year Posted 2006
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