Screaming Soul
By Petra
Your blood drips on the ceramic tile floor. As you slit your wrists with the pain from your selfish mother and alcoholic father. Your pain rips through the air, screaming into everyone's ears, but no one hears. They won't know until you're too far gone to be helped. The life will drain from you as the minutes slowly pass. And it will be as if you never existed. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 08:54 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Your blood drips on the ceramic tile floor. As you slit your wrists with the pain from your selfish mother and alcoholic father. Your pain rips through the air, screaming into everyone's ears, but no one hears. They won't know until you're too far gone to be helped. The life will drain from you as the minutes slowly pass. And it will be as if you never existed...."