Blood Down My Arm Poem by Bellaina Bella Hernandez

Blood Down My Arm



Hoping my soft and tender flesh
will eventaully leak
red, sweet, and salty liquid, that is my blood
once the blade has cut along my vien
and to fianlly end all the pain

no more heartbreak
no more dissappiontment
all things gone once i die
no one will care
as long as im still alive

blade in my hand
imagining what i can do
cut my arm, vien,
legs, anywhere i please
as long as i see blood
and feel the natural high i need

i look down now and see what i done
blood is dripping from my arm to my fingers
and yet no pain, regret, no love
just empty feeling that will forever stay

the dripping from my arm is enough to wanna suck
taste my sacred blood from the cut that i had done
knowing well that the blood will be gone soon
and the cut to forever stay a scar

take advantage of the blood that is out
i must, then lie to everyone that 'care about me'
the only thing that cares for me is my blade
my blood, and my pain

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynn Garman 01 February 2012

this is a very, passion filled poem i can feel it. it easy to relate to this poem from my own life. i enjoyed reading this poem. love your work!

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