Slit Of The Wrist

 

 

Thoughts of Suicide cloud my mine I thought about this for the thousandth time.

 

The razor looks so good reflecting off my pale skin.

 

I cry and want to look inside and stop the beat of the lonely and sad heart.

 

My wall is high and sways from side to side like the wind on a rather cold October night.

 

I pull the sliver fast over my shinny pale skin and a great pain goes away.

 

The blood flows like a river on low as the red liquid falls down like rain on a white dress.

 

The sick felling goes away and the light came to play in my rather dull day.

 

But it goes away in just a few days cause thoughts come back to play.

 

And the rain falls and never goes away and my heart breaks and nothing seem like it's ever going to be alright.

 again not from me or my arm but http://www.dyingpictures.com/artwork.htm

Reviews

[Fran Marie]

I pull the sliver fast over my shinny pale skin and a great pain goes away.
The blood flows like a river on low as the red liquid falls down like rain on a white dress.

A very vivid and descriptive piece of writing with graphic detail

so sad ~THanks for sharing in the Dark December Contest~Fran Marie