Blood
The blood comes out,
I shout,
I want to stop,
Every drop,
Of blood.
I feel the pain,
I'm insane,
Why did i do that,
With a bat,
I don't ant to bleed,
Just pled,
With myself.
I want to die,
I don't want to lie,
I'm in hell,
I'm going to yell,
HELP ME.
Something is wrong,
My will power isn't strong,
Im not going to survive,
I'm not alive,
At heart but that's okay.
Copyright © Emma Schmittling | Year Posted 2005
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