It came to the worst of things,
Everything was so blue,
Down and confused.
But never did I think it would come to me,
Believing it could erase the hurt, the pain.
The simple slip of the blade.
I didn’t want to make the next step.
Not wanting to be part of that high-accredited club,
Now with the scars to prove that I was there.
No looking back, or denying my presence.
I didn’t want to be one of them,
Trying to figure out myself, my life,
When there was so reason to hurt.
Crying, wanting the pain to leave me.
