What Have I Done? Poem by brianna christine
What Have I Done?
tears falling endlessly
from this broken soul
trying to fight it
the evil temptation
always lingering
i give in to it
take out the sharp blade
slowly slice through the skin
a smile passes through my lips
it feels so good
numbs the awful pain
but then i look down
at my scarred wrist
what have i done?
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And the bad side is, if you succeed, you aren't around anymore to regret it. Good poem.
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