im laying here;
in my bed
my knife sitting beside me
im thinking of you
and how you made me believe your lies
being lied to never hurt this much
not even as much as the cuts you caused me
im used to it now -
wearing long shirts to cover the scars
and when i go home and the first thing i do is go to my room
and make the scars multiply
i cant just stop -
you made me continue
the cuts will be there forever
just like my feelings towards you
i decide your worth the blood
- and worth my tears
but; you're still there with her
you dont even notice
how i cant live without you
i pick up the knife
i bring it to my wrist one more time
its going to be painful
but it will be the last
the last scar on my body
the last time i think of you
the last night i lay awake
wishing i could restart everything
i slowly rip open my skin
and watch the blood drip out
i hope you are happy with her
because i know - you won't even care.
You won't even care.
kaay- soo i went through this really depressed staage in my life last year, and i wrote some poems about it. don't judge me by them. im putting them on here cause i know there are some people out there who feel the same way i did then.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
