Fade

These tears are streaming
From my blue eyes
I'm screaming so loud
But you can't hear my cries.
I'm living at home
But this place is my hell
My tears can't tell you
Why my mother screams and yells.
This blade in my hand
Is my only release
It's the only thing I have
That makes my pain cease.
The blood so red
Relieves all my stress
Before I started cutting
I was just a big mess.
And this cold floor
Is where I let the blood drip
From my pale wrist
Where I make the skin rip.
The satisfaction i feel
When I place the blade on my skin
The blood on my razor
Fills the hole I have within.
But then the blood falls
And so does the blade
I then feel relief
As my pain starts to fade...

~Madison Leigh~ April 23rd 2005