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
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