Dried blood stains the sheets
Fresh blood flows to the floor
The rusted blade lays abandonned
I can't do this anymore
This path is worn thin
I've walked this road before
Following my own footsteps
I won't do this anymore
Razors and words
Weapons so sharp
Did you even notice
You'd broken a heart?
Your face isn't a relief
It's the worst pain I've felt
Like pouring salt into a wound
You offer no help
You're deaf to my words
But I'll continue to scream
I'll wake myself up
From what felt like a dream
Run back to your darkness
and tear yourself apart
Why do you even care
That you broke a heart?
Just smoke another bowl
Dig yourself a hole
You tore my world to shreds
So you won't care when I'm dead!
Author notes
Not seriously suicidal.. Just kinda bleh.. boredome woke up my muse.. Figured I'd take advantage of that
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I absoutely loved it
This is currently how I am feeling. Except take the fact that the one I love is in love with my friend = me beging a mess but I can't show it due to the fact that I love them, both and don't want to hurt them.
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wow....pretty heavy. Kinda really heavy, I really liked how it just seemed to pour down the page, making you read it all together. The only problem I had with it was the last stanza. 'Smoke another bowl'? sounds kinda forced right there. Other than that, pretty damn good.
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