Only Cure

A Poem by Chrissy

Enjoy.

I forgot for a while now it all coming back.

And this only cure
is a blade to my wrist.
I almost forgot how it feels to have blood on my wrist.
I know I promise people I stop I did for a while.

But it hit me like a boxing glove to the ground.

I don't cry tears no more I'm all out.
But last night my arm want numb it felt much better after that.
So I apologize for all those mistakes I made but this is one I cant not say sorry for.

This blade to my wrist can be your best friend but your worst enemy.

I can look at you with a smile but do you really see the sadness in my eyes.
I can be over joyed but do you know the truth that hide behind life lies.

Sometimes hours a day I take to get a blade out.
Call me what you like and call me not strong.
But if you knew my life you will know how strong I really am.

So f**k all those haters that hate on you.

But most of all f**k all those who lie and made you make that first cut.