My childhood dreams I can't really see,
Everything I am is all that I wished I'd never be.
I feel myself pushing and pulling away,
I can feel it, today's the day I'm going to cave.

Black is all around me and I can't see,
A safe way out of this for you or for me.
Hold our breath, we'll go together,
I'm dragging you down on my last try.
One last breath before goodbye

Cross, slit, cut,
I'm officially stuck in a rut.
Bleed, scab, scar,
They make you who you are.

I wake up in misery,
Sleep in pain.
There's nothing left for me in the world to possibly gain.

From my newest poem: The Cutting Zone. Let me know what you think

I can't help but think I'm doing something wrong,
So I sit here in confusion trying to stay strong.
The thoughts cut deeply,
So does the knife,
Most of the time I want to end my life.

From my newest poem: The Cutting Zone. Check it out!

The cold air and snow are freezing my blood,
I no longer want to move for fear of feeling again.
I'm terrified that the memories will flood,
I don't want to feel anything except for the pain.

They'll find me face down on the floor in the fetal position,
Guess I finally found my happy disposition.
I'm not waking up this time,
I'm sorry I left you behind.

I'm lonely but I'm afraid.
I need someone to talk to...
I just can't talk to you.
What if you they think I'm weird?
What if they think I'm pathetic?
What if they leave just like you left too?