Cutting Moments - Poem by precious arroyo
A slice upon a wrist.
Blood pours out of reopened wounds,
pooling onto the floor of a darken room.
Drifting in and out of the shadows of the mind.
Falling deeper into the abyss of despair.
Trapped in a world where misery and pain reign.
Feeling torn apart by the suffocating pain.
Drifting closer to the edge of insanity.
The soul shatters to a million pieces,
body becoming numb.
Slowly fading from reality.
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