Poem Book

The Blade

My mind goes blank.

I can't seem to shake away this feeling of hate.

So I go to my next option;

my only escape.

I get my only true best friend, my blade.

Line after line on my wrist.

The blood drips but I can't feel any pain.

I smile while most people would stare in shock.

But I know that it's my only good option.

So, I close my eyes and dream.

Dream of the black nothingness.

A/N this one's kinda short too but oh well :P