The sharp edge of the razor
slowly but easily cuts my skin...
I'm so sorry
that I made you mad...
**This wasn't one of my best but if you could...
I play a game that is funny...
Flowing slowly down her arm,
Causing herself only more harm...
I'm truly hurt,
How much more pain must you put me through...
Sitting in her room,
All day long...
I take my knife
i place it on the bathroom counter...
Nothing is what it appears
slowly my heat is begging to tear...
*In Recognition of my cousin Ryan S.*
Pain exists in my life...
Living my same old stone cold lie is starting to...
It doesn't affect me anymore, for no one looks...
She feels all alone
No place to call home...
I drink to ease the pain,
to hide away the tears...