when the knife glides down my wrist,
the blood starts to flow. and then it heals,
so what it heals, then your parents piss you off and hurt you again,
that leads me back in the bathroom with another knife,
then your parents find the knife and they torment you with it,
instead of getting you help.
the more they teased me, the more it hurts on the inside,
the more it hurt in the inside, the more i wanted to cut,
it when i actually cut. i let my mind wander freely while in a trance
and i cut too deep. i see if someone will help take me to the hospital,
and no one will. so i go back to bed, cover up
and let the blood drip endlessly on the floor.
and then silence forever.
