Alone in the dark I can feel self-harm creep deeper into my skin reminding me of everything that I've ever done wrong.
Please help me now...
I crave the blade to cut my skin like a dehydrated human craves water.
I need the cuts to cover my skin to feel okay again.... or maybe I don't?
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
