Crimson Rivers

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

A poem about cutting

My life is full of crimson rivers I cannot bear to cross.

The pain to cross these rivers are far worse than the pain I have if they weren't there

This is my addiction and causing these rivers are my escape.

Because without these rivers my life would only be clear salty rivers.

I think I could cross these rivers if you hadn't

left but since you arent here i have to do them alone.

I have been begged to stop but in the end I just end up doing it again.

I glide that blade across my wrist.

causing a brief moment of pain but then relief comes

People have tried to help me cross

but this is something i must overcome on my own

Until the day i jump in and hope I survive

Submitted: November 03, 2010

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I love this poem. (: I'm a really big fan of pain poems. Of course, not the pain in reality but reading about them just makes me really think. (:
Hopefully you don't do this in real life.
I love this. (:

Thu, November 4th, 2010 4:54pm


I dont but thanks it took like half an hour to get it the way u wanted it excactly im glad you like it:) and Im a big fan of pain poems to just something about them gets to me.

Thu, November 4th, 2010 10:43am

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