Cut
CUT
A river of red flows
So angry and wild
The pain that consumes
Comes from deep within
Crying won't help
It gives way to reality
Numb. Numb that's how it feels
The sliver blade tucked and hid
So prying eyes won't see
From behing the curtain all is well
How wrong is it of me?
Skin gives aways to the crimson
Although its not my intention
Fascinated. Intrigued
It consoles me
The thin green spidered vein
Its what gets me the most
I dig deeper and deeper
To a point it may really hurt
The scarring a reminder
That not all is well
But its mine, my story to tell
A sliver of hope in my heart
A feeling I can't explain
All I want to do is stop
Oh! To late I hit a main vein.
Copyright © Makayla Gilchrist | Year Posted 2016
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