Midnight

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Midnight

It's midnight again

I sit on my bed

Crying again

Letting the tears fall

Feeling all the pain

Remembering the day

I just want to cut it away

Watching the blood drip slowly

The only true friend I have

Razors help with sadness

It's addicting and hard to stop

The only thing to cheer you up

Friendly as it slices my wrist

The razor is the only thing that cares about me

Still crying until

I cry myself asleep

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