Scars and cuts embrace my arms, Blood cascades relentlessly to the floor, Numb feelings still elude the comfort brought on by endorphins, Yet another un-regretted slit on the wrist doesn't bring relief,
The silver metallic blade dances blissfully on my forearm, Leaving beaded scarlet drops and lines crisscrossing the mangled battlefield, The devilish ruby pools cover a severely damaged canvas, While suicidal feelings cloud an already foggy soul,
Uncertainty fills my questioning heart, To which my head replies with more dishonesties, Two major lies pull at loosening threads in my unstable thought plane, Both doom my future days with unhappiness,
To live a life of unloving and error filled weeks, Or lifeless years among those whom needed to die, Long-term decisions that demand an immediate answer, Providing a lengthy solution for a sleepless youth,
One was chosen to solve everything, Now a sleep deprived corpse can finally rest in hell, For all eternity may it ponder over its choice, For self murder was the final thing it will ever have to act or think on...
McHuggles · Tue Nov 04, 2008 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |