Cut
I grasp my scissors,
Wishing to bleed,
A stream of blood,
From my arms.
To take away the sadness,
The pain and agony.
I fight the urge,
To create a pool of blood.
My happiness,
It all fades away into a dark world of chaos.
I look around,
No one in sight,
No one to love me,
No one to hug me.
I'm crazy like always,
Always wrong.
The jet-black thoughts are back,
To kill me both emotionally and physically.
Wishing to bleed,
A stream of blood,
From my arms.
To take away the sadness,
The pain and agony.
I fight the urge,
To create a pool of blood.
My happiness,
It all fades away into a dark world of chaos.
I look around,
No one in sight,
No one to love me,
No one to hug me.
I'm crazy like always,
Always wrong.
The jet-black thoughts are back,
To kill me both emotionally and physically.