My blood is bitter
And i'm in fear
I'm starting to loose my presence here
I'm just a shadow, not living or dead
Just another person, trying to rest
That's all I really need, is to close my eyes
And turn my back on this world of lies
Because everyone does it, I do too
Am guilty of saying false things to you
I tell you i'm fine
Or that I don't care
My distance from the edge is about a hair
Its so pitiful, of how long I've been claiming
That i'm done with being beneath a constant cloud of raining
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
