To be alone is what I need.
My sleeves are stained red
From all the truth I have said,
From all the cuts I have bled,
The one wish, I wish to be dead,
To be away from this misery, I fled.
I needed some time to be freed.
To be alone is what I need.
Nothing but Darkness
Blood stained sleeves,
how do I explain that?
I wish to be hidden in the leaves,
or in a city flat.
No, I must face reality.
life sucks, theres no hiding.
no hiding in leaves or in the city,
if I do the hiding, they do the finding.
is there no end to torture?
shall I kill myself now, do I dare.
I try to look into my future,
Seeing nothing but darkness there,
I raise the knife to my chest.
Throwing my woes away,
I stab my heart,
leaving a bloody mess.
now I see only darkness to this very day,
nothing but darkness...
do I dare?
Do I dare give into the pain?
Do I dare make more pain?
Do I dare bring the blade to my wrist?
Do I dare scar my body?
Do I dare watch as my blood streams out?
Do I dare look away from the stains I am leaving?
Do I dare keep my secret from my family?
Do I dare suicude?
Do I dare raise the knife to my heart?
Do I dare pludge the knife into my chest?
Do I dare resits the tears that stream out at the pain?
Do I dare greet Death as an old friend?
Do I dare let the darkness consume me?
I do dare, every single thing.
(haiku)
red is like the cuts that bleed
they let us remember,
remember how much life can suck.
why isnt it someone else,
to see that life sucks
how much it can hurt someone
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