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by Borana Jan 22, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Sleek, like a fountain pen Thin triangular blade at the tip Next to the skin on my pawn A tingle arced across my scalp Blood, chasing down my skin Grip my wrist as it burns It still felt awesome To feel blood go out in the real world Straight line of blood bloomed With a smirk on my face I wanted to slap my self I actually thought I stopped That's what happened After you walked away Never saw light again All I did is cut and pray You said I was fat I was only 125 So I decided to take a turn And make myself starve So skinny I became I could barely walk You walked out the door Like nothing was your fault Now I stand in front of the broken mirror And I don't recognize my own face Wishing I would change Wishing I wasn't such a disgrace I watch my blood slip by Like I have enough I watch my life fade Like I was once tough So I just pick my knife And point to my heart Saying my last words Wishing I would have been smart from the start