My black heart is broken
Hidden under the false hope of a new life
A chance to try again.
My razorblade is covered once more
With this crimson dripping from my open wound.
One more scar to add to my wrist
Another painful story locked away.
This lonely night closing in, smothering my sanity.
My breathing shallow, the air thick with lies
Promising a smile that never stayed.
Tears pouring down with envy of this perfect girl
Everyone thinks I am.
Green eyes turned to gray with depression
Stare hopelessly at this paper, covered in their depth
And their secrets never told.
Pouring my soul into this poem, wishing so badly
That someone will finally realize, for the first time
That I can’t be who I once was.
This pencil is my only friend, my only escape
Releasing all my pain into these empty, emotional words.
No quick recovery is possible this time
And as I slowly drift away, this honest, bloody paper
Will prove that I was this way all along.
My razorblade stained again, my wrist scarred again
My hopes of a second chance shot down again
Burying my black, broken heart.
