You cut the glass into your skin
Just to feel something
You hold the gun to your heart
Just to feel something
You bleed
Just to feel something
You pull the lever
Just to feel something
You look at the scars on your skin
You see the hole in your heart
You throw the glass across the room
You take the gun apart
You don't want to die this way
You don't want to die today
You let the cuts heal
And you bandage the wounds
The pain won't control you
You have to pull through
You will be the one to stop this
Don't let you destroy yourself
Please, do this for me
And find help.
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Poems: A Tour Through My Mind
PoetryFull of the feelings I can't explain in any other way. I hope they help you to read just as much as they help me to write. Welcome to the tour! Thank you. #83 in poetry 6/22/2015
