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...
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...
Physically...
Mentally...
When I kill myself it will be spectacular
I will not go quietly...
I crawl into my bed and wipe away the tears
No amount of sweet, reassuring words can rid me...
I want to do it, i want to sleep forever.
this is the ugly truth of me...