Addiction

A poem I wrote in 8th grade when I was really depressed.

 

A drop of blood
Just one more
Okay,another
And another
Only a few more
I'm not addicted
I can throw the blade out any day
I just don't want to
That's all
The drops must keep coming
They must
They must
Another
And another
Only a few more
But they came too fast
And I moved too slow
I died that day
With little drops of blood
In a little row

Reviews

[Emily Irene.]

I liked this. I liked it more than the other one, but I liked them both. Please post more of your work.

[Jenna]

Wow morbid man. Haha is this a real issue with you. God I swear I had every problem people express on this site. I use to um " cut " I stopped because it didnt solve the problems its suppose to. And I didnt like the way the cold of the blade went into my arm then the warm of the blood came out. That wasnt for me at all. But this was um interesting.