Dark, alone, trembleing

Dark, alone, trembling,
Long sleeves cover these scars on my wrists.
This is what you did to me,
And every story has a twist.
Now I must hide these scars,
Day after day.
So as I stay to the side,
With no words I can say.
I am alone in this world,
As I lay crying,
I reach for my sword,
In hope of dying.
This is my relief,
To get away from it all.
Cutting the skin,
With my sharp saw…