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by Kelsey   May 21, 2007


One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four cut...

Can't stop now in to deep
Can't let go helps to much

Five cut
Six cut
Seven Cut
Eight cut to

trying to stop
Trying to let go
Trying to forget
but it all to real now

nine cut
ten cut
eleven cut
twelve cut

oh no cut to deep
trying to clean up the mess
trying to mend the wound
Can't stop the blood and stop the fear
all this cutting is getting me no where

Knowing all this
and feeling it too
I just can't stop
It helps me to much

This insanity lives to deep inside
The spiders love it when they good for this ride
They can't get enough of the rush they beg for more "do it please"

Tear fall down
Tears all gone

Left in this place
loved by none
They say they are doing it because they love me
They say are doing this because they care
They say they only want me to get the help i need

All lies i cry
All dirty lies
They don't care
Cause if they did they wouldn't let it get this far.

All alone in this cold dark room
All alone in this dark and creepy mind

The insanity consumes me
The spiders beg me to do it again

23 cuts later i am on the floor
26 cuts to late for them to care

They tell me they love me
They hold my hand
They ask my why i tried to end it that night

I tell them nothing
I say not a word
They don't care
Would they even hear me?

Let alone and cold in this thunder storm
Cold and Alone with no one to hold
I cry to be free
I cry to let go

I cut more and more because of the anger
I cut
I cut
I cut
I cut

But they don't care they care not any they said they love me
but yet they left me here
Where i cut one hundred and twenties-two.

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