Strawberry Gashes
My life is a storm that gets worse everyday
I go to my room and try to get away
But with the silent booms of thunder
And the blind lightning flashes
I cover my body in strawberry gashes
The bright red blood dripping onto the ground
I lift the blade and look all around
Make sure no one's there and dig in again
Push into my vein and hope for the end
"Suppers ready," Mom calls out
I swallow and hide my sorrowful pouts
I scream back, "I'll be right down"
Slice my skin and in my blood i drown
Half an hour later to my room Mom dashes
To find me dead covered in strawberry gashes
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