Book of poems

Knife|English

Tears flowing down my face
Knife in hand, ready to trace
Slowly slicing them up and down
Slowly slicing them round and round

Seeing the red wine like blood
Eases me to my core
Red has been my favorite color
Ever since I started doing myself this favor

I was hesistant at first
Because I knew it'll hurt
But the time I did it
It did hurt, but for someone like me I didn't care at all.

Razors, blades, scissors, knives
There's a lot of options
Though one is my favorite
The one who's sharp enough to dig deeper

A knife would be wonderful
It's long, sharp blade would cut
Deeper than any other ones would
Though at this point it doesn't matter.

Whatever would do, if you're in this situation
Whatever options you choose
Whatever body parts you want
You do it because you needed to

The pain you felt emotionally
Is painful than the one you did intentionally
It's as if you died from the inside
But you're still there physically

To be honest, you want to seek help
You always wanted to
But the question is who?
Who would want to help you?

Who would want to sacrifice their time
To comfort you and embrace you
Who would want to say 'it's going to be okay'
'i'm going to be here for you always'

Who would?
You haven't found one yet
That's why you're stuck
Stuck in your own little world

Hoping there's motivation left to live
Hoping there's a chance you can be happy again
Hoping there's someone who'll accept your problems
Hoping you can live your life for the better.

But none so far
No hope nor chance
It's like it faded
The moment your problem rises.

It keeps stacking and stacking
Our problems never fading
People who're vulnerable
Keeps doing what they're not supposed to do

Because in this situation you feel alone
You feel like you're useless
You feel like it's the end for you
The hope for living is gone too.

To those people who're like me
Don't loose hope
If you want to seek help
Let's help each other and fight our problems together♡