Blood dripping on my floor.
While mothers knocking at the door.
Just one more cut to make me whole.
The blade slips easily through my wrist.
Bloods dripping faster to the floor.
Thank you my many blades.
You've made my pain go away.
Blood dripping on my floor.
While mothers knocking at the door.
Just one more cut to make me whole.
The blade slips easily through my wrist.
Bloods dripping faster to the floor.
Thank you my many blades.
You've made my pain go away.
Free my soul has now become.
Blood dripping on my floor.
But what is this I have done?
Just one more cut to make me whole.
This all happend yesterday!
Blood dripping on my floor.
While mothers knocking at the door.
Just one more cut to make me whole.
The blade slips easily through my wrist.
Bloods dripping faster to the floor.
Damny you, my many blades.
You've made me go to Hell!
ok not concentrating on the subject,just on the poem itself:i think if u added stanzas it would definatly help this be better,ity would giveit a lil rythm and help us no when ur done with each peice.
to the subject,i no what u mean all to well. be careful.
Submission Name: Hell is...
