Tool

Tool

A Poem by Krista

I hold my weapon,
weapon of choice.
There's blood on the blade ,
blood from my cuts.
I run my finger down the blade ,
making a cut,
not yet deep,
but it bleeds.

© 2012 Krista


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Added on October 10, 2012
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Krista
Krista

PA



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My name is Krista. I'm 27 years old. I have an eating disorder and am a cutter. I'm also depressed most of the time a very negative out look on life. more..

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