Scars Poem by Ryan Taylor

Scars

Rating: 4.5


I shut my door
So that no one can hear my cries
I walk slowly to the bathroom
And open up the cabinet
I grab the weapons of self-destruction
I make a precise incision on my wrist
That is enough for now
As I watch my precious blood
Drip down
I fade into Oblivion

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 30 March 2013

nice poem u wrote you Ryan keep going voted 4 u

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