my blood starts to drip
a puddle has formed
i need to get out
because i'm starting a storm
i want to stop
i really have tried
but it gets harder and harder
as each day goes by
i have a mindful of
guilt secrets and lies
i'm always sad
but no one ever sees me cry
as i cut deeper and deeper
into my skin
tears slide down my cheeks
and sadness kicks in
tomorrow i might
finish this terrible deed
but just for this moment
i'll sit here and bleed |