~So mush blood, red water rising.
Filled with the tears of my crying, added to the hope of me dying
~YOUR MIND POSSES YOU~
The smell of death, I am dripping with red. Another attempt down the drain
Souch young beauty is now broken, my soul is awake. Never awoken.
I am possesed, driven with he insanity of the prince that once thought to save me.
My spirit lies within my moror, for it had taken it out, its like im drowning yet
Suffering from drought. I need a soul to quench me.
Tell me dear, do you fear of never being loved? Tell me dear, I do hear, you'll never be good enough
How do I know? The voices in your head has revealed you.
Your smile has fadded just enough to free them. Yet your stuck empty,
take it from me. You'll soon get used to the feeling.The best way to keep your heart from being broken
Is to pretend you don't have one at all. Look at the little girl, so grown up, so tall
Yet you shrivel, you shrink. Stuck under my feet. I hold you down. I am your mind.
Your emptyness. I am the sadness
Keeping you possesed
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
