Sweet drops of blood

by Harkimbo

in Completed Works

Sweet drops of blood

My wrist is open
by the cut I made
And blood
Flows out

Drop by drop
I see my end
Coming near
To the edge
Of life
That has no reason

Red drops
Falling down
On the ground
That’s turning red

The puddle
Of blood
Is growing
Bigger and bigger
By the drops that fall

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Oct 10th 2007
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angst blood cut dark and horror drops journal knife life wrist
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I have had an depression and wanted to cut myself, lucky enough I didn't had the strength to get very far.
But on that moment I wrote this poem, its of really many months ago, so those worrying about me. I haven't done it for a long time. As I have promised to some of you.

Comments

Rafica Says:

wonderful piece, per usual. i'm glad you feel better

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monicachaloupka Says:

this is a great poem^^

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Total Chaos Says:

ok, this is really depressing...the first line....is reather more depressing
But love the writing.

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Whisper to the Wind Says:

Wicked Poem

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Dark Faerie Aleu Says:

*blink, blink* AWWW MY POOR HARM! *holds you in my arms forever*

I'm glad it's over thou, I'm glad things are better! Cuz if anything happened to you...I'd cry my F'en eyes out!

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