With a slish and a slash. <br />My wrists pour of blood. <br />Blood surrounds me. <br />My emotions are free. <br />Only for a while. <br /> <br />With each new cut <br />I have to make. <br />I loose all hope <br />That things will ever change. <br /> <br />With a new scar. <br />It has the story to tell. <br />What a mess im in. <br /> <br />Each cut <br />For a reason. <br />The dropp of blood. <br />All the hatred <br />All the pain <br />It contains. <br /> <br />With the slish and slash. <br />Of the razor blade <br />I have a glimmer <br />Of hope <br />Just to get <br />Through the day.<br /><br />Amy Louise Kerswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slish-slash-my-wrists/
