The darkness in my head is still growing, The pain in my chest is still spreading
One thing can't spred enough, The puddle of blood beneth my feet
I'm finding myself with less desire to eat. I've lost all desire to breath
What do you expect from me? All my attention?
I've stuck myself in my mental detention
My own little asylum with no padded walls
Where razors line the halls. You can't punish me enough
For it is I who stuck myseld in this rut.
You gave me the desire to leve reality.
All because of me
Myself is the problem, i'm not good enough.
I can't even find the courage to pull the trigger
My self pitty, cannot get any bigger
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
