Cuts

Around me, There is violence, As i sit and suffer in a deep silence. One cut leads to many more, And soon my skin becomes all torn. I watch my blood drip- Then I put my hand to my lips, Just to make sure I don't scream- Wondering if this is all just a horrible dream. But I realize it's not, As this battle inside isn't yet fought. The pain is so real, And as sad as I feel, I wish my heart would just heal. But it won't... Just too many times it's been broke. So the consequence is this, And that is... The cut of my wrist. I say goodbye, As I cry my lonely cry, I hold my breath and prepare for what's next... DEATH