My tears run down my cheeks burning. This blood on my legs and this razor in my hand my only release. You gave up on me once,twice? I lost count. My smile fading with the original me. Somehow my smile keeps fighting I've sunk to the bottom of the ocean and I'm drowning. Please please please save me is what I think while I see you laugh and smile at me. I'm a shadow that no one cares about. I see the wolves trying to smile at me. But there just here to eat me. Cutting is my only escape now so let my blood spill and my tears make rivers. And the answer to your question is I'm not okay
YOU ARE READING
my butterfly
Poetrypoems I write poetry is like my only escape and way to deal with shit going around in my life. Much better than cutting in my opinion so yeah they may not be the best you have been warned
