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a blade to her wrist with a gorey heart.

Submitted:Nov 21, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

a heartbreak worth a thousand tears paid for with one slit

in the dark as she will sit

with her arms wrapt around her gorey heart

her painful head against the wall

crying out for someone to care

a blade so sharp firmly placed on her soft wrist

while no-ones there to even hear

desperatly seeking someone to latch onto

but knowing the love will never come true

she takes a deep breath

and pulls the blade

a death is so simple but so hard to take

the light leaves her eyes

as she looses the grip on her blade

her soul floats up

with an already dug grave


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