The wounds

self harming

Sitting here in my corner
Blood dripping from my wrists
not caring wether i live or die.

I think back to when i knew what happiness was
and what i've become
the blood coming from my wrists slowly dripping onto my wooden floor

I don't care about the scars or if i survive these wounds
i knew from the start it would end like this
I hear a knock at my door
and rush into my bathroom

My moms home and i don't want her to see my wrists
i hide away until shes asleep
the bloods dried up and i can see how deep i went

I don't know how to go on anymore
i just wish i hadn't survive these wounds that i made

Reviews

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

will I dont know what to say about this ... its sad and made me think of a dark time in my life. If you want you should read my poem "So Many Nights" I think you might like it

[Spiceyyy]

thank you :)

[Ryker Killian]

this peice has reopened THE WOUNDS in my heart for you.