CUTTER PART 2
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Loading ...I slither to the bathroom
To breath
To live
To watch
my blood run down
my wrist
I take the blade
and slice open my skin
Just one moment of pain
Red crawls out my out skin
and plops to the floor…
by Pauline Gould ”Lenne”
Filed under: Emo Poems and Poetry
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this is deap!!!!
You mean deep?
i like how you wrote \"Red crawls out of my skin\". Its kool when writers do stuff like that.
i feel ur pain
i love this poem its awsome
no offince but dont write from and emos (like me) perspective if you arent really emo and you dont really cut. it means your just pretending and pretending to be someone your not isnt cool…