Poems From an Insane Person

The Life of a Cutter through a Loved Ones Eyes: The way they feel

You say this is it you'll never do it again,

as the pain grows more you slice deeper in your skin.

You go for a while as you manage with the heartache and pain,

then you finally reach your breaking point and grab your blade.

You cut deeper and deeper as the pain starts to fade,

we sit here watching as your life slips away.

It just keeps flowing the bright crimson red,

as your life fades away and you start to feel dead.

Too much pain and you start to grow numb,

slice even deeper just to carry on.

We try to tell you stop as it will eventually get out of hand,

then you say that it will stop but things don't always go as planned.

We bite our tongue knowing that it helps,and fight the tears,as we realize our fears.

Our worse fears have came true as slowly the life drains out of you.

We say just hold on that you can't leave but with eaching passing minute your growing closer to leaving as we watch you bleed.

We see death creep up on but it's already to late you're gone, gone forever i guess you were right it was your fate...