Danger

There's a certain comfort that comes with a piece of cold metal in your hand.

alone in the dark 

she feels nothing at all

blade in hand 

back against the wall

theres no other way 

shes sick of being numb

the edge is sharp 

thinking of what life has become

tears fall from her eyes

theres no holding them back

she doesnt want to cry 

but shes falling inside the black

no thoughts

blade rips skin 

cold metal

burning with sin

wrist now red

reveling in the pain

not caring about blood

she just sits and waits

waiting to feel

waiting for relief

but it doesnt last long

the pleasure is breif

over and over 

she repeats the sin 

trying to clear her mind

she keeps giving in 

she doesnt know how to stop

now she cant breathe

if you dont know by now

this girl is me

i can cover them up 

i can pretend that im fine

but my biggest hope 

is that ill be ok in time