yea...here's my second poem on cb...so yea:

I take a deep breath,
Hold the shiny object
Inbetween my fingers.
A tear travels down my cheek
And falls...
As I take another deep breath,
A drop falls from my wrist to the ground.
My emotions escaped me,
I felt nothing.....
Stress overpowered me,
I had sleepless nights,
I couldn't conentrate,
My life was falling apart.
And now,
Cutting overpowered me.
I got such a high from it.
I became addicted to it.
As I watched the blood trickle down my wrist,
I forgot about the pain I had inside.
Everynight,
The cuts got deeper,
And deeper,
And deeper.
For the last time, I just sat there.
I actually felt it.
The vein kept spitting out blood.
I actually felt it.
I lay down in a pool of blood,
The color no painter can mix.
And drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

yea...i used to cut, but then i stopped...so yea...sorry it was so long

wow..sorta scary but really cool!

de words r beautiful...but it also gave me a creepy feeling

wow, that gave me chills, and it makes my wrists hurt...
but it shows you did a great job!

yeah that was rather...chilling. but well written.

well written. you used good words to express the emotions

I think that's pretty damn good.


I'm glad you don't cut anymore!

Like your choice of words. Depict the situation very well. A thuroughly (don't mind the spelling) enjoyed piece