I cant breath
i cant live
i cant eat
without taking a blade
to my wrist
wear i watch the blood ooze out
i watch and watch until it stops
wishing to rip my life away
i used to be a crossed country runner
until the day my brother died
so i take the blade
and draw on my skin
painting my pale skin with blood
taking a sigh of relief when im done cutting
its addiction now
if i dont cut i feel like
my head is going to explode
i sew my mouth shut
hoping not to scream out my dirty little secrets
dropping to the floor with tears in my eyes
i just want my brother back.
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