I promised I wouldn't do it again
But here I am, doing it once again
I promised I'd get better
But I only got better at hiding it
I even fooled myself for awhile
I know the truth now
That I am far from better
My shavers have another use
Then merely removing hair
The razors paint my skin in red
And the pain takes away my worries
Once again I'm burying my grave
Lying down in a cold, stale coffin
I'm terrified, so petrified
I don't want to die
But then again, maybe I do
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
