Crimson Red
By CharlieGirl
The slicing and dicing of my own heart,leads me to tear my whole life apart.Crimson red the color that drips,deep from my soul and straight from my lips.Unhealed scars and intentional bruising,no matter what I seem to be losing.Open wounds and flesh distorted.I have made me own life contorted.A few too many and one TRUE blade,will release me from this whole charade.I scream for help, I scream for pain,I see my life and gasp in vain.My wrists help stained with crimson red...As I lie here I wait to be dead. Written September 21st, 2001 © on Sep 21 2001 04:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The slicing and dicing of my own heart,leads me to tear my whole life apart.Crimson red the color that drips,deep from my soul and straight from my lips.Unhealed scars and intentional bruising,no matter what I seem to be losing.Open wounds and flesh distorted.I have made me own life contorted.A few too many and one TRUE blade,will release me from this whole charade.I scream for help, I scream for pain,I see my life and gasp in vain.My wrists help stained with crimson red...As I lie here I wait to be dead...."