THE BLADE
I take the blade in hand
the feeling of the blade across my arms is grand
as the blade cuts deep the more the red shows
my eyes I will close
with every cut I make
the more I break
the blade is like my drug
And the deeper my hole I've dug
My life is nothing I tell myself
How can you be so happy with yourself
you just sit there and watch my pain
The cloud above my head with the pooring rain
I can't even look in the mirror anymore
With all the cuts upon myself what a fucking whore
No body sees me but that's fine
because remeber the blade is my friend
This poem is about:
Me