Scrape

I scrape the skin off my body
because I like to watch it fall.
I sharpen my nails
till they can kill with a touch.
I rip out my eyes
so i can turn my back on the pain.
As I fall to my death on the cold floor
your mocking face returns.
I swim in a pool of my own blood
as you cut out my soul.
You have taken everything from
me and still can't waver.
When suddenly this hell changes
and a new form of death begins.
A new body with
a broken mind.
I scrape the skin off this one
as well to show that you don't own me.

Reviews

[Rhea752]

........ *cricket* .... Are you okay?.... lolzies this was really well written!! was this inspired by your dear mother? :P Keep writing!! :D

[Sarah W. French]

yep fine. And it was slightly inspired by her among other people and things.

[Rhea752]

Well keep it up!! :D