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The Broken Promise
I know how many times you told me,
you begged and pleaded
you never wanted to see me hurt myself again
I'm sorry, I should have known better
The blade is my addiction,
and its the only thing that keeps the voices at bay.
I promised I would never slice my skin again,
to never smile as I watched the blood pool at my finger tips,
to never hide my scars with my sleeves.
Now, I had broken that promise,
Because the voices were screaming
and I couldn't take it.
I took my blade,
and sliced though my skin,
closing my eyes,
as I felt the pleasure surge though me.
I lay now, tears in my eyes,
as I stare at an old photo,
of you and me
Splashes of tears now cover the faces,
and blood on the bottom covered the date,
I'm sorry my friend,
but I had broken my promise.
- by Broken Insecurity |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/14/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- ryo of the hell fire - 08/16/2009
- i broke that same promise and to set me strait they cut them slef infront of me. i was so speachless all i could was clean them up and just hold them
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- pacim - 08/14/2009
- this realates to my broken promise.....its a bad addiction..even now im still fighitng it....pm me anytime id like to talk...
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