knife, slash, cut

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
i hope people like this. It's my most recent poem.

Submitted: June 06, 2008

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Submitted: June 06, 2008



The blood drips down to the ground that i stand my whole body feels as though Im falling through quicksand. Blood falling from my arms like water from a faucet life is the only thing considered to me as a threat. hate of everything around me and where i once was people trying to talk to me is only but a buzz. Being carted away to a place where i should be saved this would have still happened if i miss behaved. Years of being made fun of in class trying to fend for myself by saying,\" Kiss my ass.\" Help was no help for me, but a waste of time just like a man trying to pantomime. But then i finally doze off from my deadly life and it all started with a simple knife.

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