My blade, the only thing that helps me forget the pain..

I cut myself, last night again.

It's the only thing that helps
to dull this pain.

The only thing that helps me
to try and forget.

What ever we ever were, what
we now could be.

I slit my wrist, the feeling so
familiar, but yet new..against
my skin.

I can't say that I'm happy, when
I cut, but at least my heart isn't
breaking...much, and my soul
doesn't yearn once again for
your love.

These are all just a distant
memory, when I pierce my skin
with my blade.

It doesn't hurt..much.

Well not as much as the pain
inside, that drives me to
tears, making me want to end
my yet young life.

Such a familiar sensation as
blade touches skin, but yet
there's a new feeling..

Maybe it's numbness, traveling
to my heart.

Maybe I just cut far too deep
this time.

Yet I jus smile as I watch the
blood stain my skin.

Thinking....

"one day..."

"Yes, one day death will claim
my life, so I can finally be rid of
this pain.."

~*SaMmIe*~

I gave you my heart, and you held it in your hands, as I watched you break it, over and over, a million times...