Victim To This Gown

I know suicide is never the answer,

But it still runs through my head,

Even though I look alive on the outside,

On the inside, I am very much dead

As the blade slides across my legs,

The release has come once again,

And of course I'll write about it,

As always, with my dazzling silver pen

When you cut, you forget all else,

You focus on the glorious leaven,

Our splits and our bleeding cuts,

Are our one-way, one-minute tickets to heaven

We aren't "suicidal freak jobs",

Our scars and slices calm us down,

I would advise you leave us be,

Or else you may be the next victim to this gown

Author's Note

Made this last night after I got of WC. Y'all happy now that I'm rhyming? Hope you liked. Review please! Thanks!
-Willa

Reviews

[Riley Bray]

I liked this poem very much, although I don't see how being a victim to the gown goes with suicide. Usually that saying means something like, "I'm wed now so pleasure days are over." Anyway, a good write with good rhymes. :)

[Savior of Time]

Figure of speech. I don't get it, but it sounded right to me.

-Willa

[Riley Bray]

Alright, as long as you like it haha. As they say, "Whatever works." :P

[Savior of Time]

Lol, thanks

-Willa