Open Your Wrists

Open your wrists
Let the blood leak out
In a crimson river of tears

Allow it to fall
Upon tile grounds
Making the color unclear

Open your mouth
Let a scream slip out
And echo against lonely walls

Allow it to linger,
To fill quiet airs
Then back in your ears, let it crawl

Open your mind
Let it cluelessly wander
With nothing clouded in your brain

Allow it to focus
On life or on death
And if scars will forever remain

Open your heart
Let it never forgive
Those who've caused wounds so deep down

Allow it to rage
Against misunderstanding,
Let it yell the loudest silent sound

Open your wrists
Let the pain leak out
In a crimson river of sorrow

Allow it to fall
Upon off-white grounds
And remember there's always tomorrow
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Kendrick Avatar
May 23, 2011 at 2:03 PM
I hope just a metaphorical way of telling about unhappiness..I hope that this is not an option that you are using in your life..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Sara
Wise Avatar
May 26, 2011 at 2:39 PM
Definitely just metaphorical! I would never even imagine ever doing this to myself.. I wrote it from the perspective of a person in deep depression.
Morehead Avatar
May 20, 2011 at 2:08 PM
Very deep write, keep them coming Jeff
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