There is a lot of violence
As i sit and suffer in silence
One cut leads to many more
And soon my skin becomes all torn
I watch my blood drip
Then I put my hand to my lip
Just to make sure I don't scream
Wondering if this is all just a dream
But I realize it's not
As this battle inside is fought
This pain is so real
And as sad as I feel
I wish my soul would just heal
But it won't
Just too many damn times it's been shatterd
So the consequence is this
And that is
The cut of my wrist.
Maybe this will help people understand
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i understand; don't worry.
but please don't do anything too extreme to yourself, that for sure worries the crap out of me.