It seeps
It bubbles
It sinks to the bottom
Never to be found
By anyone but you
You cut, you bleed
While listening to people
Tell their lies
Reality is they don't know
They don't really feel the pain
That causes them to drag the blade across their skin
They say they do, but they don't
They just want attention
They really don't care
Your old news as soon as it leaves their lips
You keep it to your self
Sitting alone watching yourself bleed
They'll never know, they'll never understand
It's easier to watch the blood flow
In hopes it'll never stop
Life seeping out like your last breath
YOU ARE READING
The struggle is real
Non-FictionMy thoughts and encouragement to myself and anyone else who feels the want to read.
