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Shelby

Lifeless…

Copyright Shelby

i feel..
so lifeless.
dead inside…
nothing to give for.
just my dead heart.

i cant stand the insults…
they are too much…

ill shut the door, hide away…
take the key, throw it away…
i see my blade, laying there
calling my name…
calling…
i pick it up…
its smooth surface…
wakes me up a little bit…
i let the blade brush against my fingertips…
and let it run toward my wrist…

with a quick slit, blood flies madly.
i remain calm…
the blood brings me to life and i grin…
i make one,two,three more insitions…
i feel so real.
im up to fifty…
my wrist is drenched in sweet crimson…
i lay on the floor, motionless.
the crimson pours slowly…

for once… im not lifeless…

 

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