Stare in the mirror as blood drips
I have nothing to hold onto
I bet slit wrists feel better than a fake smile
Teeth grinding as cheeks rise upward
No smiling but there are tears of happiness
As the blood flows
Life ends
I have nothing to hold onto
Nothing is mine
I borrow everything
Nothing is mine
Smiles have been borrowed from someone else
So have kisses
But I now I have slit wrists
Those are mine
I created them
Blade pressed down deep enough to break the vein
Pressed down deep just like the hurt
Etched in my heart
Dammit thinking hurts too much
Trusting causing wounds that won’t form scars
It never heals
Caused by reliving your unspoken lies
You laid me down a thousand times
Not this time
Not this time
This time they all will see the blood trail as it leads to my sheets
As I lay on my back for the last time
Inhale
Exhale
Wallowing in the pain
Slit wrists
That’s not it
Breaking a heart is like pulling a trigger
So I’ve been dead for about a month
Pretending to live
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