I stand fast to a razor blade syphony,
Each one becons me,
I leap forward for a brand new lighter, just wanting to touch the fire
I'm grasping a handfull of pills, just yerning to eat them until i'm ill
I step to the ledge of a 20 story building
Waiting to jump to end this feeling
I fiddle with this lovley rope
It gives me hope that one day i'll be free
I bet my demons will be proud of me
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
