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the cutter
a cold blade runs across pale skin
a river of red runs deep
a sigh of releif and a limp hand
the cutter finally ran too deep
you feel yourself begin to fade
pulled slowly into the eternal darkness
mother runs in and slips on a blood soaked bathroom floor
a gasp and scream escape her lips
the dial of a phone sounds in the distance
their coming fast
but you are fading fast
you say your sorry mom
as the darkness evelops you
you feel a pull and you see light
a blur of blue coats and mixed faces
you wonder am i alive or dead
alive barely...... the slow beat of your heart returns
on a certain level i can realte to this
Your words capture the image perfectly- i can almost feel cut on the wrist and the pain that is hidden away in the person's soul.