Tears stream down my face
Regreting the choices that i've made
And while picking my self up off the floor
I thought I can't take this anymore
Struggling with myself,
And the razors on the bath room shelf
Thinking maybe
There might be another way,
Maybe there's another way to cope with life instead
And after all that time
I spent
Mentally scarred
Slowly my arms begin to clear
Yet still theres a small part of me
That is unfixable
And its what they've done to me
-Autumn.M.
