Lose yourself in the cut because there's no time to think.
You can't deal with the pain so you turn to it again.
You put the razor to your wrist. One cut, two cut, three cut, four.
It's not even funny anymore...
You aren't even bothering to hide.
The scars are out in the open for everyone to see.
Open and wide.
From the hurt and pain is where you're desperately trying to flee.
But wait. I'm not describing you...
I'm describing me.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems all written by me when times were hard and when life was great. Read and enjoy! COPYRIGHT: All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and asso...
