Drip, Drip, Drip... Poem by Katlynn Wolfe

The red blood drip, drip, drips down my arm
as I am relieved of the pain.
I wish I was dead
as the blood drip, drip drips
down my arm.
I'm flirting with a sick little suicide
as blood drip, drip, drips down my arm.
He broke my little heart so now blood
drip, drip, drips down my arm.
The knife drippings with blood while blood
drip, drip, drips down my arm.
The scars on my arm get redder as the blood
drip, drip, drips down my arm.
I think I just killed myself because the
pain he made me feel was unbearable.
Blood drip, drip, drips down my arm as
I lay on the floor with no life left in me.