Someone Please Catch Me
By isa
Still bloody from the blade Tears fall from my sore eyes Does anyone see me or hear my soft cries? My wrists won't heal Blood is what I cry for It swirls, slides and slithers Blood will settle the score. I leave the blood on the ground or on a book I don't care anymore I hope they look. It's so good But so not That I'm bad And never gotten caught. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 02:29 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Still bloody from the blade..."