Gallery of Pain: the true feelings of a cutter by Mary
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Mary
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I wonder where my life is going
I'd like to see my blood stop flowing I know I shouldn't just because I'm sad But it's time I forget the life I had So now I play the cutting game But when I'm done, I feel the same I know my entire life will only hurt Until I have my place in the dirt So I slice it up and peel it back But it's funny how it's pain I lack It doesn't matter, I'll dig deeper still I'll keep going until it's me I kill Don't cry for me because I said I would The razor's on my wrist, now I act like I should |
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