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Slit

I am a shadow in the dark. My wrists sting with fear, They are covered in blood. I hope I don't shed one more tear. \The knife cuts into my wrist, It hurts so bad. All I can see is my red arm, A red floor. It's making me sad, It's making me mad, I miss my life, I hate being here. I am here, In a psycho home. Please, someone help me! I learned my lesson. Please let me out. I wont ever have a doubt, A doubt of slitting my wrists again! PLEASE! SOMEONE GET ME OUT!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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