When the knife hits skin,
When you start cutting,
When the edge tips in,
There's no thoughts in your mind,
Just a sweet hollow silence.
You don't understand why you're doing it.
Just that it feels better than the pain inside.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
