I walk into my room and take off the smile
The dark welcomes me with its horrible embrace
I'm not ready to face the night again
Not ready to submit myself to the torturing pain
Yet still, I walk forward
I close the door and leave the day behind me
With the strike of a match the candles are lit
The smoke fills my lungs, but I don't mind
I welcome anything that brings me closer to dying
But I don't want to leave this life
I pull out my razor and close my mind to happy thoughts
The feelings of the day are left in the distance
My delima is whether to draw blood or not
The candle-lit darkness urges me on
Its shimmmering and glittering enticing my mind
I let the night over rule my good reasoning
Common sense flees from the pulsating fury
I'm mad at everything, everyone, but mainly myself
No one is there, here, wherever, whenever I need them to be
And I'm enraged that I let that upset me
I was meant to be alone
My soul bares no room for the pure light of others
I slowly run the razor's sharp edge over my skin
Then faster and faster, until my anger subsides
And it leaves me feeling hollow and guilty down deep
I bandage up my wounds, wash away the numbness it gave me
Feel the ache of my tormenting pain return
That fast and it's over, I'm back in the dark
So I lean back on my bed, roll over
Close my eyes, fight away the pain, the guilt, and fall asleep
I blink my eyes to confirm I'm awake, alive
Lift my fat body off of my mattress
My cuts on top of scars are all but healed
Blinking away tears, I look up at the sunlight
I pick up my smile and start about my day



that's amazing. yer a great poet.











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