the smooth, unsuspecting blade lies beckoning before me its dull greyness cathes my tear blurred eyes with its quiet gleam the jagged sharpness reminds me of a rough pain i once felt a pain i'd rather forget i stare at my transparent, vein streaked wrist, thinking of a pain i'd rather feel, blood i'd rather see, scars which almost cut my soul It screams at me, words that are forbidden to have meaning it needs me to numb the darkness around my heart to use it abuse it satisfy its need to cut i pick it up and savour it's texture in my pale hand i press it to the smoothness of my skin and as my miserable emotions come together, i sweep it across my flesh in one quick, painless motion colours pour from my wound, and as the blood spills forth with surprising, but satisfying speed, i realize i may never have to experience this pain again **danielle marie lesperance**Birth sign: Not entered
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