Tortured Soul – Poetry

I cry and cut and stare in the mirror
Wondering how much longer I have to be here
My reflections laughing, as the tears roll down my face
I pick up my knife, determined to leave this place
All this pain and strife, that time has not erased.
I slit my wrists, and watch them bleed.
I fall to the ground, telling myself this is what I need
I died inside, my body does the same
Needing to hide in my life that was just a game
It’s all over now, I lie lifeless on the floor.
Everyone’s laughing at my death, knowing I will fuck up no more.
But little did they know now everything’s better for me
The little girl they tormented…is finally free.

By xlost withinx

"Darkness drips like the blood from my wounds."