My Saviour
I want nothing more than
my knight in shining armour
to come and rescue me.
To cut my skin that’s
as white as snow
with its sharp blade.
To turn my skin red.
For the pain and anger
to scar once more.
I want the anger to
trickle down my arm.
Turning it as red as roses.
I want nothing more than
to sleep for eternity
and to never wake again.
Copyright © Teenage Frustrations | Year Posted 2013
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