Dark room
Pounding rain
A blade looking right at you
Empty thoughts
Telling you
There's only one way to get through
This blade that is with in your reach
Is what you have to do
You pick up the blade
Only thinking about a scar that will soon fade
You cut your wrist
Not thinking about the risk
About what you just did could do
But that doesn't matter
Because the blood running down your arm
Is the pain you're going through
You feel relieved
So you clean yourself up
Only to realize
That what you're doing to yourself
Is really fucked up
YOU ARE READING
Words That Speak
PoetryI want you to be able to feel me through your body. This is how you can.
