I see the blade
It's calling my name
It's something I never used
Something I know I'd abuse
It's perfect shine
It's thin style
It would paint a pretty picture that would last a while
But it's a silent addiction
Something I thought I've kicked
Why does it want me
Why do I want it
No one sees me and thinks that I struggle with this
But everyone sees me and thinks I've beaten this
The thought of red drives me
But the knowing the pain pushes me away
Not my own pain
But the pain of others if they saw the scars
But then I remember who left
Who told me to get lost
And who has made me wept
I think of the song bullet by Hollywood undead
Remembering it, is it worth it to live?
Don't worry I won't do anything
But I wonder would anyone even notice?
Yes the attention would be around me
But it would be feelings of sarrow and confusion
Wondering what went wrong
I could make a list but it would be to long
Who would come visit my grave?
Who would of wanted me to say?
But who would say unless I needed a way out?
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoesíaDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
