This is a poem I wrote yesterday. (I don't do what it says, it just kinda felt how i was feeling.)
Fallen Blood
Tears roll down my cheeks,
And my vision starts to blur.
The pain grows stronger,
As the knife goes deeper.
I’m all a lone in my room,
With the radio on to drown out my cries.
No one knows how I torture myself,
But even if they did they wouldn’t understand.
Since when have they ever really listened?
And tried to really comfort me,
I honestly can’t remember,
But why would it matter now?
The pain’s already too much,
And the knife helps me sometimes.
I know I shouldn’t do this,
But what else is there to do?
I can’t talk to anyone anymore,
And I can’t show that I’m sad.
So I take all my anger out on myself,
As I make new scars each night.
Sooner or later this won’t help much,
And then all blood will flow.
2007-03-03
06:42:46
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