I had to-
let go of the...
Those creepy little crawlies
When you're lying in your bed...
That forgotten feeling,
When memories can only be held so close...
**This poem is a stanza by stanza conversation...
My razor blade so small and shiny...
I hate life.
I hate what I've made it...
Its been a while since I could hold my head up...
Its been a while since I've gone one day without...
One Cut For The Misery
For Everything I've Been Through...
Day faded into night as I lay upon my bed.
Bitter thoughts of suicide running through my...
Is there still time for a fresh start?
What's driving this downward spiral...
It's so difficult to gain that strength
to leave my bed in the morning...
It seems
you still creep in...
No matter how much I sleep,
I can't catch up...