Blood, Blood Everywhere

My mom never cut, this is just a poem I came up randomly.
Blood, blood everywhere,
She's cut again... there is no more chances.

Blood, blood everywhere,
Her wrist are... deeply cut.

"Mommy please wake up!"
Crying out the young girl, wishes for death.

Grabbing the knife, she slits her wrist...
Just like mommy did.

Now she's 16...
She still doesn't know why,
God didn't take her away to be with mommy.

As she looks at her wrists, she cries out...
"Blood, blood everywhere.
Mommy I wish, I was with you."

Be careful what you wish for, her coffin said...
You just might get it.
Published: 11/13/2013
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