Crying is what I do best.
But you've never seen it,
you've never been around to care.
tears fall down my face like rain
and no one is there to wipe them away.
As my heart sinks to my stomach,
I become weak.
The tears run down my face like streams of flowing water.
and yet, through what I've said,
no one i here to wipe these tears away.
I cant take the pain one more second,
so i get out my one true friend.
My trusty knife.
That can end all pain and suffer within minutes.
the blood gushes into my hand,
down my arm,
and onto the floor.
Dark red puddles begin to form
and deep slits hurt so much.
All I can do is cry,
and wait for another day
to end the pain
that makes me hurt so much.
