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Drops Of Blood

Drops Of Blood
October 26, 2009
What happened to the happy girl I used to know?
Where did she go?
How can I find her?
Those are the questions that swirl around my head as I let drops of blood pool out of my wrists.
The razor has become my best friend, and also my worst enemy.
What led to this?
How will it end?
Can‘t you see what I‘m doing to myself?
Something finally cracked open my hard shell of security, and once I started I couldn‘t stop.
I reflect upon my life as I watch the blood gush out in a think red stream.
Why doesn‘t anyone stop it?
What‘s happening to me?
I don‘t recognize myself anymore.
I am a pale ghost, trying to find the right path, but that path only leads to darkness.
I don‘t want to live this way, but I don‘t see any other option.
Can‘t you see what it‘s doing to me?
I‘m scared.
I‘m scared of what I could do to myself.
I‘m scared of how this might end.
Nobody knows this deepest dark secret of mine.
By the time you find out, it may be too late.
It may already be too late...

by TiffanyLoganAlexander
posted on 09/06/2018

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Comment by prettyspl: Sep 7, 2018 2:01 am
I hope, as Nick stated; that the cutting is symbolic. Other than that, I can relate as well. There’s a lot of pain in this piece. It sounds like you could use a friend. I’m here and if I can do anything to help, buzz me!
Comment by Nick1959: Sep 7, 2018 12:06 am
I really can't relate to the self injury aspect. I do relate to the bleeding nut from the heart instead of the wrists I have at times felt as if life were not worth living but it is a fleeting thought.

I hope the wrist cutting is only symbolic.


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