Droplets Blood Red
I sit here again thinking of things you said the knife slits smoothly the droplets blood red. But the hurt doesn't stop the pain is still there the words you have spoken still hang in the air. Why did you do it? Make me wish I was dead? my anger matching the droplets blood red. The pain it subsides the droplets they cease, As I lay down and die I find inner peace. And then I awaken, was it just a dream? but the scars on my wrists are there to be seen I sit and I wonder, are you worth all this? The droplets blood red forever scars on my wrists. Written March 24th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 04:12 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 10
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"I sit here again..."