The Blades That Cut...
I wrote this during a bout of depression. I am better now and don't mind comments. Keep in mind I am not suicidal anymore.
Catching the light, blades gleam
What do I live for, you left me
Cold and alone, a broken shell
It's calling me, trying to resist.
One failure today, empty eyes cry
Shaking with guilt, blood drips down
Hide the evidence, I hate myself
For this addiction, one day I'll die.
That should frighten me, I don't care,
I'm trying to stop, before I get caught,
I cut deep, maybe too deep
All I see is red, I don't feel a thing
Disappointment, just once more
I let myself go...
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