Knife to my wrist
Steel knife to my wrist
Steel knife to the throat
Just to feel deaths kiss
Drugs in my system
Stomach full of pills
Just to numb the pain
The pain that I feel
Take away this hurt
Take away my strife
If I tell you that I'm fine
Then it's another damn lie
Its just another lie
Another lie I get to spit
But the pain doesn't stop
The hurt doesn't quit
With the scars I have
That always bleed
Another knife in my chest
Now I cannot breathe
YOU ARE READING
Diary of the scarred
PoetryOkay. I tried to do a normal poem. (Well at least what what I think a normal poem is.) Now I'm doing this shit my way. If its not what people would call a poem...then fuck' em. I wanna vent and this seems the best way for me. So...yeah. Enjoy.
