She sat there <br />With just a handful of regret <br />To think that she could pass through life <br />Without discent <br /> <br />With a cut around her wrist <br />And blood it pours <br />Without regret <br />Just thinking how quickly it will all be over <br />From the life when it was torn <br /> <br />She pushes it deep through her veins <br />Until she couldn't see <br />The razor that pushed in her blood <br />Poured out as wicked as can be <br /> <br />She sat in the corner <br />White and pale <br />With blood coming down her wrist <br />She would not wail <br />Because all she thought was how she lingered <br />Around the idea that would not bail <br /> <br />She lays on the ground <br />Eyes closing, skin grave <br />All she thought was now its over <br />And there her body lay <br />All cold and white <br />As soon as it was all over<br /><br />Wikid Jay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/razored-wrists/
