Being an addict of the deathily high,
I feel like I haveto do it just to get by.
When in fact I'm more depressed.
(But it feels so good)
I walk in an empty room,
shut the door.
I take the sharp object, ( I tell myself; dig in deep.)
Clang! My heart beats faster and faster, I look down, the scarlet red is rushing down my hand.
Suddenly my eyes close.
I wake up,
There you are kneeling down tending to the injury.
I look at you as you get up, I saw your tear stained face.
You just ask why and walk away.
The next day,
I get rid of all these objects that remind me of that stained face.
I never want to see you cry again.
i thank you for scaring me away from...