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suicide searching deep within my soul
i find an endless bottomless black hole
i sliced my wrist to ease the pain
and i watch the blood oooze from the vein
and as the knife lay in my hands
my life to be taken my heart and soul demands
i sit and wonder in agony
why the world was so cruel to me
the end is near its safe to say
today would be my final day
the last laceration at last was made
this one last move would determine my fate
i lay there now in a pool of my own blood
as my life seeps through the cuts
I don't support the subject's concept of cutting etc. but despite my negative opinion, your poem is vivid and gives me an emotional feeling of sadness, remorse, and hate.
lazerations - that is a sore subject with me. A person should respect their body more than to do such things. I just don't get it. And I don't like peeps encourageing other peeps to do such things.