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My Problems, My Consequences
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Creative Writing Poems No, there won't be any more blood
Coming from my newly clean wrists.
This is something I must decide
Without thinking about a razor blade.
And as I face the hands of life,
My breath becomes bipolar from time to time.
I can't breathe normally at once.
Another moment, I'm hyperventilating violently.
Life will be beautiful as I knew it
Once my blood flushes out like bloodshed.
Someone, please rip out my curse of a woman
If my shame becomes alive within me!
Suicide, such a wonderful thing to give a try at,
Only when something like this will happen.
I always hold a blade and tell myself silently,
"Don't worry, you're not pregnant..."
Voices wander within my head in chaos.
I'm surprised that I didn't have any headaches.
My blood spills from my back from my hands
Because it's the only thing I can hide from everyone.
However, I brought him into this...
Everything was my fault to begin with.
I'll deal with my problems and consequences in one way;
Living.
