As the days go by
Things get harder...
Everyday I stare at that knife
"Just do it"...
As the blade touches her skin
She sits alone in her room lost and scared...
Blood, the sight of it sickens most people
But for me brings a sense of relief...
The tears keep coming
I don't know how much more I can withstand...
I heard blood makes a big cloud
Even just a drop will make the red stand out...
So when you're feeling alone upset broken or...
You pick up the knife and start to carve...
A deadpan expression lies on my face,
One I've felt solidify and claim my features...
Well ofcourse it is exhausting,
the constant smiling, telling nobody...
And it's strange that I complain about people
who do not understand me...
"I'm sorry", he bellowed, over and over...
My secret is that I feel alone
Everything is to be unknown...