This is a poem of a girl that cut herself. This is a real story that I have lived through and thought I should share it because it is not a good thing to do so I hope that ...
I slit my wrist to erase the pain, you look at me, and think I'm insane, my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears, and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Mar 5, 2006 ... I slit my wrist and watch the blood drip down as it carry's away the pain. And as I fall to the ground. I think about the pain that's being drained
Cut poetry: ... I cut myself when you were cut to know just how you bleed. Now as I walk this empty earth with nothing but a face. To breathe me and to bleed me
"Cut Yourself" is a horribly beautiful poem about depression. ... But she missed the bruises covered by the scrunchie on my wrist and the cuts on my lower torso.
I like to write poems about cutting because when people ask me why i cut it is ... it's time to ask yourself: Should I or should I not run this knife across my wrist?
My wrist, my canvas. My blade, my paintbrush. Across my flesh. A stroke of red. Dripping down. Thoughts of guilt. My wrist of scars. My canvas of blood
A picture on my wrist. The picture ... Frig these poems are good! Yeah I ... Wow they sound a bit like my poems, maybe I'll put them on someday.
Feb 11, 2016 ... the slit would talk back sweet nothing in a red gown. IV. wrist [rist] noun 1. the carpus or lower part of the forearm where it joins the hand.
Also known as when someone(emo) cuts themselves across the wrist. Emo kids usually do it because they want to die, but truthfully that is not a very productive ...