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My Suicidal end.


I lie in bed, on somber nights Just to stare at these bloody scared wrists of mine All night, needles in my skin Watcing my reflection in a cold end of a knife A voice in my head becomes clear "Just do it, one more time, come on it wont hurt," i cry at the thought to rid this pain i cut ohh so slowly skin releasing itself from the veins so much blood more then usual i feel weak tring to wrap my skin in a towel the phone rings blood running to fast, so much blood i answer, my boyfriend asked why im breathing so hard all i say "help please, help me," panic stricken i sit in the bath tub the warm water is hurting me i feel like im boiling now the tub is the same color of the blood stained towel i stare at the lit candle hoping my pain will die i sleep but know i wont wake fire hot tears stream down my face i pray to god please forgive me i exhale smoke from a ciggarette and cant breathe any more a finale breath whispers from my lips i die naked, bloody while listening for the ambulance that never came.(poems go here)
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savigirl14
<p>Wow this poem is powerful. So much vivid detail behind your words. please read my poems and tell me what you think.</p>

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