One cut
I smiled, it doesn't hurt.
Another.
I laughed.
Cut deeper.
I did.
Never just skin deep
It wounded me beyond my flesh
Beyond my heart
A stab reaching the deepest,
Deepest part of me, my soul.
I see red—blood.
But i felt nothing
Not even dying.
I'm numb and empty
When will i be worthy?
When will i be happy?
When will I bring back the old me?
YOU ARE READING
Of Lines And Poetry
PoetryBe able to read her deepest and darkest thoughts. It was hidden deep within her soul.
