Handle pressed
Firmly in one hand
Blade slicing at the other
Breaking the smooth skin
Another wound
That has to be opened
Blood trickling out of the cut
So warm…yet so cold as it runs
Onto the floor
The sensation of power
Is over whelming
Tears running from the pain
Yet a smile spread across the face

Everyone can see
That I ant perfect
I never was
I never am gonna be
Why cant ppl just believe me
When I say
Dnt get caught up
With me

trying to find the reason
trying to help you out
but u always seem
to have some doubt
i never wanted
you to get hurt
never want you
to not figure this out
i hope it all gets better
i hope it all works out
tell me the reason
to your sorrow
you dnt have to right now
but know that
i will always be here
even tomorrow