It runs like rivers

The blood won't drip like tears to the floor,

The lies I weave won't be spread anymore,

My smile is half-hearted,

You can tell,

Im sick in the mind,

You know it all too well.

 

My laugh doesnt fill an empty space,

Colour never appears on my face,

Dark and miserable,

In my life these will always have a place.

 

Tears wont fall when I sit and think,

My soul is dead,

Drowned in the sink.

 

The tiny blade,

Glistens in the light,

Stops me crying in the middle of the night.

 

WORTHLESS is engraved into my thigh,

The physical pain gives me a tiny high,

So the blood won't drip like tears to the floor,

It runs like rivers,

As I cut more and more.

 

Author's Note

This is just an idea I had, its not true :) Its emo and a bit weird but enjoy! xx

Reviews

[Taylor Williams]

I like how clear and concise your emotions are and how you get your point across perfectly without wasting any space using unneeded words. Flow and rhyming are good and catchy in a way. Good Job!

[TJ]

Very well written and very tragic poem.
I hope it all turns around

[Skoo.]

Since when did you cut? /:

[FaithfullyJennyBear]

Imma gonna search your thighs now. dont care if it looks wrong.

[£15 + A S**t BJ]

very well written but i doubt i could hate this more.. :L x