becca sparks


After All - Poem by becca sparks

Blood drips down my arm
As the razor goes across it
as i fall to the floor
i know i jus dismantled my core

my mom feels im crupted
but i feel shes wrong
the razor falls to the floor
i am no longer strong

i never thought id do this
but now that its happned o well
as long its done and over with
who gives a hell

my mom found the cuts
she looks at me fearing
i look back to say sorry
she is already tearing

i didnt mean to break her heart
some things just cant be announced
but all the love and blood i lost that day
cant and wont be ounced

my friends fear for me
as i apoligize to them all
but all i can say is
its a small world after all

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011


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