PAIN

by Befriended By The Blade   May 3, 2005


My life is ragging out of control, and i dont know what to do
Ya see i have this problem and i just cant come to you

At night i cry, i want to die
Fighting the blade, i still dont see the harm i bring upon me,

Cutting is my weakness, and pills are my downfall
Nothing even matters to me at all

Threw away my goals, i just stopped trying,
Wasting away to practically nothing

Drugs are the need to bleed calm me down, when i just want to go insane
Blood is my only loss, but a new scar is to gain

Drugs are my dependents, the pain is a need, i guess i just like to watch myself bleed,

Swipe the blade one last time, i die
leaving nothing but a puddle of blood and the rhyme behind.

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