Why i drag the cold hard blade acros my skin is much of a mystery to you. Ill keep it to myself locked deep inside my blackend tortured soul. Youll never know how much it hurts but the pain lets me know that i’m still alive, that i’m still real at times when i feel… Continue reading Silent Child
Tag: blade
name it yourself
every night my knife’s in my fist when i bleed it moves to my wrist every night i try and try thinking maybe i will die i always stop because im afraid to see the blood soaked on my blade nobody suspects me of doing this because i seem like a joyful bliss but im… Continue reading name it yourself
Waiting in line…
Poetic Lying to myself i say “i’ll try yo live, just one more day” as the rain falls in sheets outside the blade and the pale skin of my wrist collide trying not to cry i pull the blade away i look down at scratches barely deep enough to bleed and i think to myself…… Continue reading Waiting in line…
As Life Fades Away..
Darkness – Surrounding me, covering me, complete black The blade sinks deeper into my wrist and i think about my eternal freedom, ny eternal life, eternal darkness. I can’t wait as the blade goes deeper n the life i hated comes to an end.
Salvation in another way.
My sorrow feels cold as winter’s brace on silver. This sheathless blade I hold… My hand begins to quiver.
Understand
i’ve lost myself i don’t know where i’m bleeding now i couldn’t care
thoughts of suicide
I am a cutter,and i always try to push the blade down a little harder just to try and die but something in me stops it.I have tried to commit suicide 20 times and almost die on 2. i never wanted this life i never wanted to be born cant i just die and yet… Continue reading thoughts of suicide
she is so beatiful
Her body is lying emotionless. Her pale skin is whiter than a show. Her hair is darker than a night. Her opened eyes are staring at me nonstop.
broken anguish
Grotesque Sick How do you bare to look at me I stand in front of my mirror
Smile (poem)
Born to be strong Raised to have to fight Everythign was taken So tonights the night The blade to the flesh The sting of release Down on the knees The blood starts to thin The tears begin to dry Down on all fours Theres nothing left But detah The last thoughts remain Of how life… Continue reading Smile (poem)