Tired

One of my first love poems...

Break the plastic to get to the blade
Wondering if I should slice the vein
To free myself of this pain
Tired of suffering,
Tired of trying,
Tired of liars
Slice the skin to the bone
Don't know if I should go on
Falling, Falling into this abyss
I'm so tired of this s**t
drip,drip
Scarlet threads flow down my arm
drip, drip
Then the pain is gone
My tears dry and I move on,
Angry at my broken home
Angry at my fucked up life
Angry at my pain and strife
Broken by misery
Torn by love
Hardened by grief
It's hard to breath...

Reviews

[Marie]

Graphic description of too much pain...