Lines upon my wrist
Express more than I can say
Time will show the risk
The price I pay
It's all worth while
For the moment at least
I take it step by step, mile by mile
All for a moment's pause
There is nothing in the life I'm in
All alone I face this war
With only a small blade to help me win
I don't even know what I'm fighting for
For hope and happiness
To get rid of this loathing
To figure out why I'm like this
But there is no real reason
For I can't even speak
I guess I'll go with the season
To get rid of this freak
For the lines express more than I can say
Nobody really sees or cares anyways
YOU ARE READING
Poem book.
Poetrya book of poetry, written by me. everything in here is original. Some may be triggering, cause I'm little messed up. But honestly who isn't?
