I wrote this for a friend who endured far too much pain for her time.
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Empty heart
Providing no tears to cry
Writing one final note
The ink in my pen, left dry
Tonight I planned
On something I've considered before
How would I do it?
Would I spill blood on the floor?
Or would I hang
My feet dangling above the ground
Face blue and fingers cold
Left to be found?
I wasn't alone
I shared it with millions who suffer
I'm one who shares the pain
Known as a cutter
I've scarred my skin
And injured my heart
Leaving my life
To be torn apart
The world is so cruel
Unkind and unfeeling
I wanted to be floating
From a rope on the ceiling
I'm sorry mom
I couldn't make it this far
But this is how I heal
Without leaving a scar
