Roses are red, and the razor is smiling. The paramedics are at my door, while i'm on the floor dying.
Now is the perfect moment,
now when no one is home.
Now is my final wish, to be alone.
The fading sounds of my parents screams.
They want to stitch the wounds,
while I let them bleed.
To split yourself open and see your inner veins, some would cry at this, yet I smile at the pain.
My eyes drip dry, my arms drip red.
My smile is empty, my mind please to be dead.
The world surrounding me is becoming blurry
and i'm falling to my knees again
No part of me cares if I get better, I no longer care if I win
The only thing I would pray for, is for eyes to meet mine
While I sit in the corner, while I sit lost in time
I'm basically invisible
what I wish for is unpermitable
everything is so difficult
until the day my hands do it all
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
