Leah Wright Poems

Blood trickles down my cheek gushing out from my wound,
Everybody keeps walking as if nothing matters but them.
I look to my left and then to my right and see nothing but people,
Walking quickly to there destinations.
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I bring it slowly up my arm letting all the blood drip dropp down my arm,
Hearing everyone scream and shout outside mourning for there loved one.
All I do is sit in the bathroom trying to cut that one vein,
All it will take is one cut and one vein to do it.
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You see them moving around in the small dark bag like thing,
Your eyes watching every movement that is made,
Every mistake that could possibly be made.
You heart tries to keep beating,
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