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i cut my wrist over and over again,
in anger i watch the ice cold blood flow out,
once it stops i cut some more,
i listen to the sound as it hits the ground,
i don't feel the pain anymore,
a blood puddle rest on the floor.
my arm is covered in it...
i look into the puddle and see a shared image of me.
this is how it has to be,
don't you see ?
my past is in that puddle.
but it hunts me everynight,
its always in my sight.
i cut to let it all out...
i cut my wrist over and over again,
i no longer scream,
i no loger think its a dream.
every cut i feel relieved,
a name appears on my arm,
its yours.
the one i love,
the one that hurt me but i forgave...
i am amazed your names there,
i stared at it for so long,
i cut my wrists over and over again,
i watch the blood spill out in anger,
i want it to be a dream.
i want tne name to disappear,
but its there,
its there forver....
by: ferrin m. heidt
 vampire_queen1990 · Fri Feb 04, 2005 @ 12:16am · 2 Comments |
