The Thoughts in my head,
they never cease
They spin round and round
'til the urges increase
i grab the blade
so sharp, So stin
I run it across
my pale fleshy skin.
Then tension is released
I am free
for a moment i think
i'm acctually happy
i look at my wrist
to see what ive done
All My anger and sadness
rolled into one.
I glide my hand over the
gash in my wrist
Why did i stop at all?
This feeling was missed
I put my blade
in its hiding space
Where no one would find it,
I would disgraced.
I isolated myself, in despiration.
Nobody could see the marks.
but isolation just leads to hatred and frustration
This led to my death
On that special say
Well Its not that special,
Just my birthday
