Trust

Trust the razor,
Trust the blade.
Trust the memories,
and Scars that were made.

Trust the the pain will direct,
and not hit a bright blue vein.
Unless your go lucky,
While Others may say insane.

Later when your arms are numb,
To the point with just a scab.
How come no one listened?
Or acknowledged the pain you had?

So when your gentle touch,
runs across your tender wrists of heart.
You think how much it hurts,
But you've liked it from the start.

People call you crazy,
and call you incoherent names.
But your smarter than that,
You don't have to play these games.

So you bleed your sorrow away,
Until the blood runs dry.
A heavily sedated addiction,
And may someday make you die.

Do you want to fall?
And smile while you go?
Or would you die in peace,
Know one will ever know.

Close your eyes wise one,
For tonight and maybe long.
You'll never know who was really true,
You said until you were gone.

Tried to find help,
But it wont erase the pain.
I'm like a speeding car going down the wrong lane.

Dreamers dream a dramastic dream,
but only dreamests know,
Know the pain I feel inside,
Please leave as i slowly try to go.

~*Please comment if you did or did not like this poem. I just cant stand it anymore and decided id let the people out there like me know. that they're not alone. ~*