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Bloody Christmas
I look at his slit wrists
its sad to see him so mad on such a happy day
this bloody christmas morning
he reaches for the broken glass
to make more cuts,to bleed more blood
I slap him, begging him to stop
he swings his fist in an atempt to knock out my teeth
he misses and his knuckles make contact with the wall
he trys again this time his bloody knuckles hit my gut
on the floor , his wrist bleeds over me
in my blood stained sundays best
he sighs and helps me up
a kiss on the cheek before I go
he wispers in my ear "Im sorry, merry christmas"
and with that Im out the door.
a bloody christmas can be the best kind
yeah I know its summer time but I feel like writing about the winter!!
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you're a great writer!!! but now i'm even more thirsty
TAYTAY
2008-08-10 00:25:58
you are a wonderful writer!
RUSSIANBLUE1111
2007-12-21 10:45:12
Well winter is an awesome season.
BLACKROSE169
2007-08-17 01:49:28