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crying,

confusion,

pain,

and hurt,

did i cause this?



these horrible feelings

I wonder...did I

yes...

to myself and the people who love me

or once loved me



the only way to solve this is with blood and a familair pain



peircing my wrist with the silver, sharp, but familiar blade

blood stains my clothes and my wrist

my blood flows down my arm

like a crimson river



it hurts but feels good at the same time

an unexplainable feeling



the sharp kiss of the blade

to my wrist

when every breath is a dying wish

it harder to be apart of this

this sorrow this pain that you and i cause.



but im not only scarring my wrist im scarring my heart



my wrist reminds me of the things i ccaused...

a scar for me

a scar for the past

a scar for you

and sccars for all the bad things that we do



should i just let go?

stop scarring my heart?

no..



a few more kisses from this famialr blade

blood trickles down my arm...

it hurts but i deserve it...



should I just leave everything behind

whats the point of living?...



i know where i want to slice next

my throat

goodbye