Trying to stay busy,
trying to be happy...

4am in the morning,
playing with matches...

Life came crashing,
time ran out...

They say that to write a great poem,
or a great story...

Will I ever learn that love is never how it seems?
You can't fix what's wrong...

Don't act like you don't know me,
I am still me...

I told you that I love you,
but now I'm taking back my words...

This poem starts with goodbye,
because this silence is always on my mind...

Images of cuts and burns
enter her mind...

I can feel the pain of desperation
trapped inside thoughts...

I made you a promise
I would never cut again...

Tears keep rolling down my face,
as blood keeps dripping on the floor...