You don't get it do you?
You don't get why I do what I do?
I like it when my wrists bleed,
I like it when it makes me weak,
It blocks out mental pain with physical pain.
Sometimes I release my inner pain with more pain, Such as abuse,
To myself and others.
Sick of the pain,
Sick of the sorrow,
Sick of today,
Sick of tomorrow.
I climb to the top just to fall to the bottom. |
Submission Name: You don't get it.
