GUILT.
Once the knife is pulled away,
i will never be the same.
The scars will never go away.
I will be suffering in pain.
I think about so called love,
and everyone around.
I feel so bad,
i then fall to the ground.
Drowned in tears of blood.
They represent the one who said they loved.
I look away,
trying not to face reality.
The blood just keeps pouring.
My emotions stop showing.
I lay on the floor,
in fear of who i am.
I sit there and try to be someone,
someone, i realize is not me.
I cannot fathom why i do this to myself.
I cant understand why i hurt people everyday.
With that knife in my skin,
i will live in pain.
Nothing will ever be the same.
if you want to tear up your life,
it all comes down to you and the knife.
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