WIck3d DeZirE's blog: "My Poems"

If only i had a blade. If only i had a saftey pin. If only i had a needle. If only i had a tack. If only i had way. I'd do it now. I'd do it here. To feel pain released. I want my razor blade!

She cuts her wrists to make sure she's still alive. She cuts her wrists to feel. She cuts her wrists to bleed. She cuts her wrists to die. She cuts her wrists because she loves you.

A strong, silver blade slides up my wrist Red shiny blood is visible – not only on the edge of the blade ~ But pouring from the veins in my arm. It’s not enough! Don’t Stop! More! This pain is so relieving! It relieves my thoughts of the day. Now-the blood’s running from my other wrist! The words go through my mind as I contemplate rather or not to finally succeed. “You’re worthless” “You’re stupid” “Just Go Away!” “I HATE You!” SHUT UP! “Failure” “I don’t care what you think” I can’t take this anymore! The knife’s rising up to my throat. One last silent good-bye Memories are rushing in and fading out! The cold, sharp silver blade glides deeply through every layer of skin. As my right hand pulls it across … From left to right. (c)