Cutting Life

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by florlette17

by florlette17

I hadn’t noticed my fingernails making scars on my thighs

or my blurry sight.

I don’t understand the pain in my stomach

or sickening feeling like I was going to vomit.

I don’t understand my wounds

or why I should be in a good mood.

I don’t know why I was bleeding

i guess the blade was greedy.

The demons are whispering

I guess they’re winning.

I thought I was cheeky

but my mind was just sneaky.

I don’t understand why I’m here

on top of a building mirror.

I’m looking down

and I know I’m going to chicken out.

Wait the voices are saying the truth

I was never meant to be with you.

And I let go

while Satan takes me into his new home.

This poem .... well this poem ... i didnt want to put up but a special person told me too... So i will like to dedicate this to that special person but i know he wont see it so.... eh....