The shine of a blade
The warmth of the hilt
I’ve felt this before
Long ago, in a time I cannot precisely remember
And that was the time when nothing mattered
When I knew life could end with a swipe of a blade
It all felt too real
Because it was
My tears stung my eyes
Came wave after wave
All pouring down my cheeks
As I was all alone
No one to wipe them away
The sight of my own blood
All the pain washing away
The tears
The blood
All tainted with my pain
My blood drips with my tears
Scars would form the next day
Where the pain left my body
Only to return another day
I spend each day feeling so alone
Wanting someone to be there
Someone to wipe my tears
And to stop me from harming myself
But it no longer matters
I’ve spent each day like this
Wishing someone would come
Maybe this is how it was supposed to be
A blade resting next to my heart
About to pierce my veins
I’ve been through so much
But none of it matters
I just need somebody
Somebody that will be there
And not wanting to let me go
I’m so tired of being stabbed in the heart
So sick of these tears
The bad blood needs to go
I should have asked for pills
So I’ll forget these pains
But my life flashes before my eyes
As I began losing it all
I cry
Forever in the blackness
I slowly die
Every single day I come closer to death
I stop trying to fight
When I know no one will catch me
So I fall
And escape from this messed-up place
I’ll be elsewhere
I just don’t know where
I hope it’s a pair of caring arms
But I don’t know
So here I am
Bleeding and crying
Hoping to be cared for

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Catastrophic Clouds
PoetryHeartbreak never truly goes away. It's harder to move on when questions get left unanswered.