Temptation.
Such a horrible thing.
I’m so tempted to cut
Just to bleed...
Just so everyone knows how I feel.
So tempted to see the blood pour out
The puddle form...
Feel the dreariness it causes.
So tempted, so everyone would just understand
These things I feel inside of me that I can’t let out.
I keep thinking that
If they only knew, things would be different.
If only the truth shone from behind the words
If only they weren’t so dense as to not realize
That I’m not happy, that those poems really mean something...
So tempted to just show them all.
But then I think
I must be strong.
But sometimes, like tonight...
I’m just so scared I’ll give in to the
Temptation.
