As i close my eyes tight, i feel the warm liquid- <br />it runs down my arm. When i remove the blade <br />all my pain goes away, as if it is simply draning <br />with my warm sticky blood. When i open my clenched eyes <br />to see what i have performed, i feel satisfied with what <br />i have done, in a knowingly sickiening way.<br /><br />Rejected Suicide<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/numb-55/
