It all started with a pin
A little freaking tack on the wall
Just a really horrid hateful day
That made me go home and bawl
A crimson red trail of blood,
That signifies my tattered heart
Ever rip and every tear
From each and every battered part.
I used to have a deadening reason
But now its just an addiction
Its something that constantly hurts me
A never ending, always there affliction
Its a constant battle of heart and soul
A constant battle the rapidly needs to cease.
Its completely tiring and exhausting
My heart and soul need to be at peace.
It went from pen to razor to knife
It got worse each and every day
My friends were there at first
But then they didnt have a clue what to say
Then one wonderful day it was at its last
It went from occasionally to a complete stop
With the conjoining of two pinkies and a word
My life as I knew it came to a sudden halt.
