Cuts

My blood is falling.

A razor is flying.

Cuts are deep and thriving.

My heart beat is dying.

A kid never loved.

Beat down has no trust.

He savors the pain.

Thinking that cutting is a must.

Sobs emitted, tears shed.

The depression gets bigger.

A barrel of a gun to his head and his finger on the trigger.

A boy thrown away.

No parents love.

Will never come to play. 

As death holds him like a glove.

Reviews

[Cecile Wonder]

As you know Undeaddemon, this poem relates to me all to well. If you're ever thinking about it though please tell me. Your are one of my closest friends and i don't want to lose you.

[Laura Lynn]

This is hopeless, how can he feel so destitute, I know I have felt this way too, but why? There's no reason we should get so destitute. Not when there are nice things to get like gloves.

[Lucien Maier]

very deep, good emotion for a reader you have some talent with the pen

[undead demon]

Thanks relates to my past