I feel what’s dire
As I watch the dancing fire
I play my harp
The blade feels sharp

The blood is to live
It's all I have to give
It's how I strive
I take the dive

I need help

At first they were shallow
They tell me my hearts not so hallow

now the cuts are deep
They could take my life in just one sweep
My life is a heap

I watch the blood fall down the drain
No one feels my pain
My hands that are now stained

I feel a hand touch my hip
Opposes....I slipped

To deep

My blood runs cold
There’s nothing to hold
My knees begin to fold

I start to fall
I see a light at the end of the hall
I see him crying
I know I'm dieing

All I see is night
I begin to fight
the fright
I wake up to a light

I'm alive
Now theirs the world to give
For the first time in my life I feel like I have something to live for
We walk through the door

I'm home

I see the knife
The one almost took my life
I pick it up
Just one more cut

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Another really old poem. It's actually one of my fisrt few