I press a blade hard against my pale white wrist,
seeking pain,
seeking comfort.
I smile as I see the bright crimson blood ozzes down my arm,
loosing sanity,
loosing myself.
I cry as I dropp the kneif against the hard wood floor,
hating the world,
hating you
Candy Simpson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hate-232/
