True pain, I bet is what he intended
At least that's how it feels now that its ended
A precious lie, a steady stream of tears
You silently scream as you hear the voices in your ears
One final swipe of the beautiful blade. "No one will care the next day"
You look in the mirror to see an ugly beast,
"No one cares I'm missed the least"
Your breath now comming out in pants, but you still have the blade in your hand
"Til death do us part" you silently wisperd
One more slice, the blood pours quicker
Your last thought as your laying there,
"HE won't even care"
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
