Book of Suicide
2003-08-26 01:38:14 (UTC)

seven vertical lines

seven vertical lines dripping truth down my wrist. pressed
to my lids, stinging from my tears. dug with a blade,
parallel to each other, they become pleasant reminders of
the pain i feel inside. a dark, bleeding existance within,
there to be matched with my bleeding wrist. wake me when
the nightmare of reality is over.