Smile

I walk into my room
With a smile on my face
I grab the knife
All my feelings soon erase

I feel the blood on my arm
Dripping on the floor
I look into my mirror
Seeing this ugly w****

Still smiling I cut deeper
Seeing how far I can go
Blood oozing faster
Thinking of the good times long ago

I drop to the floor
Blood all around
Keeping the smile on my face
Not making a sound

My mother walks in
Put her hands on my skin
Start to cry as she looks onto my face
Seeing the unearthly grin

She screams at my father
Not letting me go
Screaming louder and louder
“No Tawny! No!”

My eyes open
In a hospital room
The memories of the past
My mind it does consume

The parents come in
They bring me to the car
I look at my hand
And see the ugly care

We get to the house
I walk to him room
I lightly shut the door
As I return to my doom

I take the knife again
And puncture my wrist
Smiling again
Cant believing I exist

I lie on my bed
My face with a smile
Knowing that this pain
Will only last a while…

:+: Sometimes I wonder if I should actully slit my wrists. I've tried so many times, but just break down. I've sliced my arms once, it hurt like hell for a while, Everyone would stare at my arm and get scared, and then they'd laugh... :+: