Broken Hearts


*a Cutter Is Dead* - Poem by Broken Hearts

Cuts on my wrist
Blood puddles at my feet
I am hardly breathing
All the pain has gotten to me
It can’t sleep
Thought racing through my head
I scream for help
Yet no one hears my cries
I am running form the pain
But it is inside
There is no where I can hide
I am drowning in my own blood
I start to shake
I lose feeling in my
Hands….
Arms….
Feet….
Legs….
The rest of my body
I am numb to everything
But pain
But this pain is killing me
The floor is covered in blood
Everything starts to turn black
The darkness pulls me in
I get a last gust of wind
I fall to the ground
I lay in my own blood
Now there is no more pain
Because now I have wasted away


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 27, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 7, 2010


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