I found a cutter
It took me thirty slices
to cut the first layer
People doesn't understand
They dont get me, how my demon gets me
But it doesn't matter.
I found a new discovery
I have put an alcohol on its blade
As i quickly tried it on my skin
This might help me a little faster,
It got a little sharper,
Or not.
Maybe because it stings.
Or maybe because i did it slowly.
Does it really have to be this way?
Where cutters are made to slice,
And cut open some packages
But it looks like,
I am being sliced opened,
By these thoughts,
Thoughts that are slowly, slowly..
Killing me.
Cutters that are supposed to help you,
Help you find what's inside that box
And yes, maybe its supposed to help me.
Help me what's inside THIS box
When the box is my body,
And what's inside is my soul.
I found a cutter, a very dull cutter.
YOU ARE READING
HELLCOME (story and poem)
HorrorPoems and stories about how cruel the world is. Life situations that may or may not be helpful for you ∆ contains darkness ∆ We got a story that might fit the dark imagination of yours Stories that might trigger some criminals out there #1st in dark...
