Slit Slit,
Drip Drip,
I watch the blood run down,
Cut Cut,
Drop Drop,
I watch it hit the ground,
Holding my wrist in a tight embrace,
A fatal expression spread across my face,
Slice Slice,
Run Run,
People filled with greed,
Slit Slit,
Drip Drip,
I just sit and bleed.
great job, but cutting does alot of damge, not to just you but also to the ones who care about you. how do i know? cuz i have friends that cut or that used to cut. it does more damage than anyone realizes. ill be praying for you.
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Good job and I have to agree with only his forever and always because when people cut it affects more people then you think just like everything else your friends might do. keep writing