

Rushing BloodBlood rushing through my veins never ceasing, endless pain I hold the knife in my shaking hand I slice my wrists and pray for the end the end to life, the end to pain, but will it really go away? whose to say what's next is best maybe the pain is meant to last I stare at my blood as this occurs to me "No," I think, just please let me be be without this, without misery As my thoughts start to blend I seek release release from this body, release from this pain, as the blood starts to slow which was rushRushing Blood


Last HopeA raging river of dreams washes me quickly downstream I cry out for help, but it does not come So to the icy waters, I finally succumb Once underneath the surface, I feel my limbs go numb All the fight has left me, lost hopes and dreams have won Then through the darkness, a piercing ray of light False hope glimmers, tempting me to fight I try to swim again, fight my way up to the top But as soon as I start moving, my shining last hope stopsLast Hope
~Ana
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SarChasm (n.)
The gap that exists between the sarcastic person's wit, and the recipient who doesn't get it.
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My photo account ~ ~SidelongGlance
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SarChasm (n.)
The gap that exists between the sarcastic person's wit, and the recipient who doesn't get it.
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SarChasm (n.)
The gap that exists between the sarcastic person's wit, and the recipient who doesn't get it.
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