Cut

The blade is cold as it runs across my wrist..
My pain runs deep inside of me
The pain is so dark just like my smile
My smile hides my pain..
I cry my eyes black in the midnight dark..
I finally pick up the blade and run it across..
The blood runs out and down my arm..
The blood is warm then it turns cold
I sit there watching it run out..
I lay my head back and close my eyes
The blood continues to run out and down my arm..
As my head is back and eyes are closed i wish..
I wish for nothing but death..dark thoughts and wishes
Death is the only way to escape from this hell and everything.
Then i hear your voice..i open my eyes and i see your face.
Tears are in your eyes..you help me up..
You clean the blood from me..my blood gets on you..
I'm in a daze can hear what your saying..
Finally i come back see tears in your eyes
I realize that someone cares and loves me..
We cry with each other holding each other..
And now i realize that i never want to
Cut again

Reviews

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Powerful and cathartic!