Pain qoutes


5. Cut me, Cut me deep

The blood is running down my fingers..

Dropping down on the floor..

Making small rings on the carpet..

My hands are shaking..

The knife is by my side, "one more cut, just one more cut" my head is screaming..

So I'll take the knife my hand, I'll let slide gently, but deep over my wrist, and that little dose of blood, that had landed on the floor before, became a steady stream of blood, splashing down on the carpet..Suddenly my head was quiet, only silence.. My body was satisfied, but only for the night, tomorrow again, it would crave the blood, that my soul so desperately tried to keep flooding in my vain.

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