Cuts

how i cope with the feelings inside of me

sadness is filling my soul
making me hide in darkness
yet the sun is up above shining
but everything around me is dead

the rain is made up of a thousand tears
made of my own self-hatred blood
that has been shed by my own hands
to cover what I feel inside of me

cuts are scattered over my arms and wrists
drenching my sweater with pure red blood
starts dripping out my clothes
onto the floor marking my misery

a knife in both hands, stained blood red
slashing on wrist till it stings and bleeds out
then i go onto the next wrist and i cut even deeper
i then use the blood to decorate the room, marking my territory

the room has now become my sanctuary
my room to decorate with all desire
with all my desires of ridding my pain
only to rid blood and create scars

i try to rid of the pain inside
only to cause pain on myself
using a knife to cope
only to leave me dead

i cut to deep
my body is numb
my blood is warm
and my skin is cold

im dead
no pain
no breath
no life

bye everyone
bye me
bye world
and bye pain