May 29, 2010
By Krazykelsey2 BRONZE, Janesville, Wisconsin
Krazykelsey2 BRONZE, Janesville, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
" Do not be afraid of greatness. some were born great, some will be great, and some have greatness thrust upon them."

There I stand
Behind the door
Silent as if there’s nothing there
Like the wind blowing throw the trees
There I stand
As I see the
Her eyes flow
Like the blood from her wrist
As if it’s a dream
That I cant wake up from
Trapped inside
As I watch
Again and again
As the pool of blood gets bigger
She walks around
Like a ghost
That ever bodies see through
She cuts her soul
Cuts it like glass
Leaving not traces behind
She takes pleasure form a knife
And a month latter
She tries to take her life
The numbness
Of her skin
Is all she needs
That and that
Devilish tool she blade
She calls relief

The author's comments:
this piece was about my sister. i was ten and i was standing behind the door as i watched her slice her wrist. she is still alive to day and doesn't cut anymore. witch i am happy to know.

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