Gemma O' Hanlon

Untitled - Poem by Gemma O' Hanlon

Sitting on the bathroom floor
With my back against the door
Crying as the time goes by
Repeating to myself 'I want to die'

I grab the razor to my right
The urge to slice I cannot fight
I drag it slowly across my wrist
This feeling I have greatly missed

A feeling of relief washes over me
I slowly come back to reality
I look at my wrist and all I see
Is blood flowing excessively

I cover up my arm
To conceal the self-harm
I open up the bathroom door
Overwhelming feelings no more

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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