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Blood is Released

The smooth slicing,
The blade so sharp,
Piercing the skin,
Too close to the heart,
Shivers down the spine,
Forms small lumps on the skin,
The silent screams,
That come from within,
The knife hit’s the floor,
& the blood slowly drips,
No more will be said,
As she lets her body slip..

Going through a tough time in my life, It made me sick thinking that some people, even concider suicide... I believe poetry is so some much stronger if you express yourself on paper.
I actually really hate knives to be honest...

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