Curl Up and Die

So many broken hearts so many words left unsaid lead to the black tears we cry and every cut that once bled bawled up in a corner stranded in the dark with every stroke up and down i leave a bleeding mark abanded hope left to die were drowning in these tears i cry and the razor in our hands reflects the brightness of the stars but its not just a cut theres a story behing the scars if the world was a rose wed be the thorns life would be a book and every page would be torn its just another broken home a place where no one can survive which leads ne into cutting myself just to feel alive i have already given up why should i have to live a lie but instead of suffering i just crawl into a corner to curl up and die -Spencer Coggsdale