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The feeling of blood,
Oozing from your body like poison.
The feeling of the blade,
Sliding across your skin like paper.
Perfect.
I watch the blood drip to the floor,
See it splash against the wood.
The blade keeps sliding,
Till it comes off my arm.
Perfect.
The mark it leaves behind,
Reminds me everyday.
How the blood left me like fog,
The feeling of cutting.
Perfect.
- by Lilac_Luna445 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/15/2008 |
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- Title: Perfect
- Artist: Lilac_Luna445
- Description: This is a poem I wrote for my friend Rayhanna who is emo and likes to cut herself. I wish I could, but Im too scared, and Im not crazy enough to try and kill myself. Id rather just be sad and in the shadows.
- Date: 12/15/2008
- Tags: perfect
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