Your not crazy your insane
Thats what people think when you slit a vain
Not considering that your just tired of being numb to the pain
It doesn't bother you when blades dance across your wrist or your thighs
At least it's makes you feel real because when u look in the mirror you see death in your eyes
So no it doesn't bother you when blood pores out of you
Your just inflicting the pain that others inflict in you
People say words don't hurt failing to realize they cut deep
Edged into your mind to the point you can't sleep
Your actually used to being kissed by blades
Your ok with seeing the scars because you know it never fades
I don't think your crazy not even a bit insane
I think your a fighter because you found another way to manage the pain
YOU ARE READING
Troubled Soul
PoetryPoetry is a gift, a way of expression for many hidden emotions.