My blade is a weapon, my wrist is the victim
I'm highly intoxicated by the way it glistens
All of this because no one will hear, no one will listen
I could scream aloud, tear my vein right in your face
All you would do is laugh and walk away...
Your deaf to this world, i'm numb to these wounds
At this point, what do I have to loose? I'm really nothing to you
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
