Not a flinch
Nor a word screamed
But the red stained carpet,
Matches the covered wrist
Blade thinning
Blood thickens
Deep breath and slight sigh
Blunt.
Sharp.
Neither will stop the urge
Nor will the screams for help
Scars heal
Memories dont
Memories wont...
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Not a flinch
Nor a word screamed
But the red stained carpet,
Matches the covered wrist
Blade thinning
Blood thickens
Deep breath and slight sigh
Blunt.
Sharp.
Neither will stop the urge
Nor will the screams for help
Scars heal
Memories dont
Memories wont...
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