I press a blade hard against my pale white wrist, <br />seeking pain, <br />seeking comfort. <br />I smile as I see the bright crimson blood ozzes down my arm, <br />loosing sanity, <br />loosing myself. <br />I cry as I dropp the kneif against the hard wood floor, <br />hating the world, <br />hating you<br /><br />Candy Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hate-232/
