Cutting....

I cut myself every night

Watching the dark blood drip down my arm onto the floor

Feeling the stingy pain through the wound

Looking at the deep cut, seeing the veins

I start to lick the blood I made

Then sucking the juice until I puke

Can’t help it, I cut myself some more until my whole arm is full of blood

Feeling weak, I fall to the ground until someone comes and save me from this bloody nightmare

I do this to keep my self occupied

Laughing so I don’t feel the deep pain

I then fall asleep in this world I hate and just dream about someone who cares about me

And until my heart stops

Reviews

[Blue Belle]

A sad poem with deep emotion.
Take Care! Stay Strong! :)

[doctor's diagnosis]

sad, but an honest reality.