Dripping blood from the cuts I've made
Scars forming and wounds healing too quickly.
So I cut and cut until I feel my world go numb
And the sounds around me are a distant wail
While people rush by, screaming something inaudible to me
Darkness fills my eyes for what seems like death, but I realize I'm alive
Through all my attemps of forever darkness, I'm alive
With the people I hate surrounding me with kisses and hugs, but, I know
We know,
That it does'nt mean a thing.
Waiting for another day
Another attemp
For my happiness to one day come in a unnexpected way.
And I'll cut and cut until I find that happiness.
Even if it leads to death.
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My Poems
ПоэзияThese are just some of my poems and stuff. Each one means something to me deep down....so yeah, you should read it and please dont steal.
