My wrists
My thighs
My legs
My heart
You have consumed all of them
You cover the inside and outside of me
You scorch my heart
And freeze my soul
Darken me
You make me burn till I'm numb
You make me cold and hard
You splinter my skin
You break me into a million pieces of glass
I'm like a frozen dead Gray rose of dread
My petals just as sharp as the blade
The blade that made you
I'm covered in flaming thorns
They protect me
They don't let anyone in
and Protect what's left of me
But leave me alone in this cold world
Like the dark smoke filled dirty roads of an abandoned city
You made me this way
But I made you I picked up a sharp piece of darkness and made it dance on my wrists
Shards pierce my thighs
Red flows
Slowly drowning me
In the blood hides sharp razors
Razors that stab me
Taking the last of my soul
The last of my light and warmth
As I wash away the blood
My faith and hope too goes down the drain with the red
But my darkness and fear stay
So does my depression and anxiety
So I will be back tomorrow trying again to wash the darkness down the drain
But there is only red leaving my body
So I'll keep trying
Until all my blood is gone
The only thing left will be the slits
The Cuts
The scars
I wrote this a long time ago I'm better now
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetryso I used to write poems so I decided to publish some of them here. This was a really bad time in my life but I'm glad that I'm past it now and I learned from it. I have also written some new poems in here.
