Blood

Blood

 

I want to see my blood it deeply intrigues me

I want to see it gush rapidly out of my skin

I’ve never seen the amount I imagine only in movies not real life

So I get a knife and slice my forearm

 

Oh look how beautiful it is

Dark, shiny, red, maroon blood, hah look it’s my MY blood

My senses start to go wild, I have adrenaline making me jump estacially

I wish that I could have this moment for life

 

But wait, why am I starting to feel dizzy, why is the room fading

“Stop panicking” I tell myself, “stop being such a baby” I discipline myself

I start to get worried...what if something goes wrong

I look down and see the blood, my stomach gives in, my weak legs wobble

 

“Okay I’ve seen enough” I yell at my body, but my body just keeps giving out more

“Stop please” I squeeze my forearm but it seems to just make it worse

I start to fade out,I start to feel damp and wet for my blood is all around me

 

It’s cold...and I’m all alone

I can’t believe this was what kind of death GOD had planned for ME

My only question is, will God still accept HIS daughter into his kingdom of heaven,

even though HE planned HER destiny to end THIS way?

Will he…?

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