Remedy of Wrist-Cutting

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Wrist-cutting is a self-harm. But when you've to escape from the grip of painful reality, wrist-cutting provides you the dream relief you've always wanted.

Watching my blood seep through my wrist

Feels like being nurtured by a warm breeze

Dark blood oozes out of the veins

With no regrets, nor it pains !


Feelings are killed as I mourn

Tears are dropped as I moan

Why does my love beget this much of killer pain ?

Nobody knows my tears as I walk through the rain !


This razor blade is leaving a bold scar

Your chains around my wrist drift me far

Every slice on my wrist is a crave for death

And it longs to stop another lifeless breath !


Tears are shed, heart is broken, words are hidden

My dreams, my hope, my love becomes all forbidden

Just let this razor blade accompany me

As my every second is turning dark and gloomy !


You make me weep for your acceptance

And I'm longing for your another short glance

But, leave me alone, as my pain play this chello

Let this final goodbye undo our first hello !


Submitted: December 04, 2014

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