In a corner

In a corner in a room, I sit there every night
Watching myself slip further and further away
As I pull out of the conversations and smiles
New cuts appearing on my arms every day

People ignoring me and the scars marked out on my skin
Tears fall from my eyes, pools of love and hate
Staining the knife I own with my blackened blood
Nobody seeing how my pain has stolen my fate

Slice away and everything will feel so much better
Your face so beautiful, lingers in my mind
Broken hearted and alone, with no one seeing or caring
Cutting myself, A destroyed form, left behind

Welling up inside me, come those other feelings
Revenge prominant in my scarred brain
With mixed up emotions, eating me away
Allowing myself to drown in my pain

No longer a care for the person I am
People turn away in anger and in disgust
As they read me, like a burnt away book
All my feelings, disintegrated into black dust...

Suicide so close now, I feel it catching up with me
But I know, It will not affect peoples lives
As I run my finger along the blade
Of my many bloody knives....