- my poetry · 1) EVERYTHING

Bleeding

I don’t want to die
I just don’t want to live
So let me explain ’bout these scars
On my wrist
 
They’re not meant to kill 
But to take me away
To levels where all I can feel
Is the pain
 
But what will I do 
When the knife doesn’t work
When every wound that once bled
Doesn’t hurt
 
I guess I’ll just wait
For that unlikely day
Cause now all the blood keeps the real
Pain away
 
© Vicky Morrison
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