-a tribute to the words I’ve carved into myself-
PAIN, for what I feel
and call to you with desperation to please remove from my soul
DEATH, a vague dream I pray I'll have the courage to fulfill
with that one blade, to fill this emptiness
if only i could
just
.
press
.
down
LOVE, the one thing my world is lacking
That ive shut out from you
HELP, what I need and cry out for with my dripping wrists
For the depression that I feed and grow
if only i could
just
.
let
.
go
.
..
.
of feeding the madness
.
..
.
SUICIDE, my greatest fear
Ive just grown weary of striving for life
J.M, the initials of my first boyfriend
And the first time a blade ever pierced my skin
if only i didnt
feel
.
so
.
low
A HEART, for the twisted love
Of my own crimson blood
if only it
didn’t
.
glisten
.
so
.
...
.
Beautifully
.
..
.
All these words still stain my flesh,
But the scars on my tainted skin
Will never measure up to
The scars in my death stained heart
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