He said he cared as he slit my throat.
As if I was a flower to devour.
Channel all your power into hate.
And all you have is me.
(Are you happy?)
When you want it,
You get it.
Then you abuse your privilege.
I live while dying.
Buzzed with agony.
But you've heard my screams before.
Accustomed to the groans.
Confused them with moans.
Only your stupidity I pity.
God help me.
You would, if I believed.
So in vain I stand, insane with pain.
You see me cutting myself through the window pane.
You yell at me. Tell me I'm better than this.
But how can you say this...
when the only real thing I've felt is the blade gliding through.
You don't know who I am.
And no matter how much we hang out, laugh... Fuck.
I don't know you.
So cut me down.
Deeper than Ive done to myself.
We had our chance.
And you blew it then.
I'm blowing it away now...
Author notes
This I wrote BUZZEd. And yes it's personal. The most personal yet. Read and enjoy<3
in my defense i'm kookoo. comment?
Comments
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Dark and deep here, it's like a song, just very powerfufl again...
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That's fucking sad. I used to cut myself, it just gets to a point where it doesn't mean anything anymore. This write was deep with emotion and you have guts to write it for the world to see....well done.
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