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Bloodshed

Contributed by WhyAmIHere on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 04:09:43 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished



She strips her clothes off
Blood drips on the floor
It stings but it feels better
How many times now?
Who knows, she's lost count
She listend to the water of the shower without gettint in
She immagines blood pouring down like little raindrops on her face
It's so pretty, red hope
She draws her finger over the cut
Tiny droplets of blood welling up to greet her
She touches her finger to her tounge and thinks
"Is this what life tastes like?"
Sweet, salty, tangy, metalic, bitter
The pain beginns to dull into the numb drumming that signals the blood is slowing
"Deeper next time, more pian, more blood"
She thinks this every time but can't bring herself to do it
She's waiting
Waiting for a sign?
Waiting for help
Help to stop or to go deeper
She doesn't know
It doesn't matter
Either way it will be over soon
She steps into the shower
The water washes away the traces of her crimson memories
She watches them go down the drain
She wishes she could follow




Copyright © WhyAmIHere ... [ 2006-03-29 04:09:43]
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Re: Bloodshed (User Rating: 1 )
by no_1nos_me on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 02:33:03 PM AEST
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Was it her pain or yours? Either way i liked your work here
Great job


Re: Bloodshed (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 07:53:18 PM AEST
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Very well written. Enjoyed reading this. I think everybody can relate to how this feels for I know there have been times I wish I could just wash away.


Re: Bloodshed (User Rating: 1 )
by WhyAmIHere on Wednesday, 29th March 2006 @ 08:43:21 PM AEST
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This is how I used to feel. I kind of look back on it as a showdow, I can still see it, but it's not quite there. I was depressed and used to cut myself. I find that if I take my anti depressants, I can't find the poetry in me anymore, but I take them anyway and hope for a moment of clarity that brought this piece out.




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