I cut my skin.
Till I could bleed no more.
I walked for miles.
Till my legs were too sore.
I didn’t eat.
Till my body screamed.
I hated my life.
Till that night I dreamed.
I dreamt that someone.
Saw me crying.
Someone realised that.
Inside I was dying.
I woke up though.
Faced the day.
Gave up at the end.
Knew it was not okay.
They did save me though.
Stopped the bleeding.
Bandaged my wounds.
Knew what I was needing.
I grew weak again.
Faster than times before.
No one could save me now.
Not even a Hollywood whore.
I wanted to die.
So I grabbed that knife
Looked at the world once more.
Then ended my life.
