The Lonely One
Fake a smile,
Dry your eyes,
Your life is filled with silly lies.
You cut your wrists,
Watch them bleed,
Wishing this feeling would just go away,
Never come back, no, not another day.
As the blood slowly seeps from your canvas,
From using the brush we call a blade,
From the cuts you make on your beautiful skin.
All you can think about is not the physical pain,
But the emotional and how you wish you had led a different life, and what scars you have deep down inside.
Wishing you could stop yourself, be like everybody else;
Happy, healthy and uncut
Copyright © Jaelene Ziemer | Year Posted 2015
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