The darkness in my soul.
My heart is no longer whole.
The inside pain hurts more then the outside,
it has nothing to do but hide.
But when the razor comes out, so does relief.
I don't care what you think, I have my own beliefs.
I need to rid of my pain, and this is how.
Don't try to fill me with your 'Holier then thou.'
Pure emotion. Always to much.
To an okay world I tired to clutch,
but there is no such thing,
because gone away are my wings.
After thinking all that through,
I begin a cut brand new.
As blood pours from my wrist,
I begin to wish.
Wish for it all to go away,
for happiness to come and stay.
But that will never happen.
Always, will I be saddened.
I will not complain,
about this pain.
With it I will just live on,
until I or it is finally gone.
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