From The Grave..

Hate is not an emotion
It's a way of life
I chose to take it out on me
With the help of a blunt knife

As the crimson tears began to fall
The pain of hate was fading
And in return i got these scars
It was like emotion trading

At first it wasn't a regular thing
Maybe every other week or so
But then i took a turn for the worse
And began feeling really low

Cut after cut, scar over scar
My wrists were in shreds
I didn't think it would get this far
And I'd end up among the flower beds

I'm writing this from my grave
Just to tell you my tale
Of how I hit rock bottom
And woke up cold and pale

~*Vote and Comment please*~
~*Amy*~