Morning waterfall

by MorbidCupcake   Feb 8, 2008


The water gushes down like silver, blue veins
Sliding down the window panes
My arm burns with every little touch
The open wounds are under there
And only I know how
There's a draft sitting on my back
Making me shiver and wish the hurt would stop
Flawless people, all around me
Their perfect faces, with scarless arms
Oh how I envy them all
And hate myself for ruining everything
My world has been captured
Now it's all up to the self-harm
The addiction that has a death grip on me
Even though I wish to be free

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