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a girl at has allot of pain in her life

i slit my wrists in the middle of the night...

got this memory eating away at my brain...

i look at the knife in my hand.my hand ll tremble 

with fright 

i close my eyes begging myself to put the knife down

but through my tears i continue to cut

while the blood rushes down my arm,

drips to the floor in little puddles 

i take a towel and wipe away the blood just to watch...

 the blood once again glide down my arm and drip on to the floor...

i get down on my hands and knees...

i look at the droplets of blood on the floor and think to myself

why do i do this...

suddenly it comes back to me....

im unhappy with my life all the pain and sadness...

we dont mix..