by Miracle Harris

Created on: December 02, 2009

~*What Each Cut Means*~

I slit my wrist once,
just to see how it feels.

I slit it twice,
because I hate my life.

I slit it a third time,
aiming for the vain.

I slit it a fourth time,
no longer feeling pain.

I slit it a fifth time,
and smirked at the blood.

I slit it a sixth time,
as the blood dried like mud.

I slit it a seventh, an eighth,
a ninth and a tenth.

I felt my body run cold
and my skin turn pale.

I slit it again,
and the knife drove through my skin like nails.

I slit it a twelfth time,
and lost my grip on life.

I slit it one last time,
before dropping the knife.

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