Blood

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My mind won't stop
"Hey"
All i can think of is everything that can go wrong
Right in this moment
" is something wrong"
Exactly what isn't wrong with me I think
I have scars up and down my arms and my thighs
But I nod my head and keep my head down
Listening to the birds chirping and feeling the sun soaking in my skin
I should be happy right
Well apparently not
Because all my mind is saying is " say hello to razors again please come on I'm going to ruin you eventually"
My mind wants me to feel pain because I feel nothing
I have no emotions and it scars me
What the hell is wrong with me
So my mind screams for blood and there is no way to shut it up but giving in and making more scars

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