A Black Rose

Chronic Pink Lines

Copyright, A Black Rose

slit my wrists today
emotions were getting in the way
my heart never gets a rest
saddness is choaking me to death.
the blade is my only friend
it puts my misery to an end
when lonleyness ways me down
i feel like im going to drown
i grasped the kitchen knife
wondering whats the point of life?
i slipped it through my skin
crying tears from deep within
months of saddness shed
staining the carpet red
these painfull feelings dead
but thoughts go through my head
im slowly reaching deaths door
and im falling to the floor.
as life drains from my heart, so sore…
i know i wont feel sad anymore…

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