From my wrist
to my hands
right through cracks in my fingers
bloodied hand
slashed wrist
the pain; it lingers
healed cuts
sealed shut
now punk rock singer
live the day
I know the way
and I'm here to stay
so now I hope
and I pray
that you can see it my way
ill paint a world of blood and pain
I will paint a picture of memories that stain
I will tell you of vicious things that will drive you insane
So in your deep inside your mind I will remain
I will maim the unstoppable
Scream the unsingable
Bleed the unbleedable
Do the unthinkable
truthfully i had a good poem going till i added punk rock singer....lol....... but i dunno .....i think it kinda sucks......... don't let this discourage u from Reading my other poems.....cause i think it sucks ...... so ....um w/e rate it what u want
