My hand shakes
My breath quakes
As I pick up my blade
The one I said I would stop using
The one I said I threw out
But it's the only thing that gets me through
The only thing I can count on
I know I promised I wouldn't cut again
But you promised me you'd stay, but you broke that promise
So now I am broken
I guess promises don't really matter,
So I pick up my blade
And let myself go
I guess this is why they say promises are meant to be broken because temptation is such a desirable poison
And you just couldn't resist her lips and I just couldn't resist my blade
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless words He will never hear
PoetryMy heart laid out in the table so here it is some harsh words that need to be heard....... Warning possible triggers!!
