Blood of Happiness

something im feeling i guess.. just writing right now..

She sits there thinking to herself

This isnt good for my health

She has the knife in her hand

Asking why doesnt she understand

She cuts one ti me for hurt the one she loves most

Knowing if he but a drink up she wouldnt toast

She cuts again for how she doesnt look the part

And how she wont let anyone close to her heart

One last time will do the trick

As she remembers putting on that lipstick

They to go out and use her body to get the one she loves

Even when she knew she was really above

All the s**t she was doing to make the pain go away

That is why she chose this way

As the blood falls on the floor

She feels release more and more

Someone walks in

To see her sin

And they cry and hold her

Asking her why

She does nothing but stare and they wall and say

I just wanna be happy

Author's Note

I just want people to read and comment can help

Reviews

[Talkativeted]

This feels really dark. The repetition of the cutting is powerful. A strong piece well done.

[Poetry Girl]

this poem was... something. something good, that is. my arms feel weird after reading this (because it mentions cutting...) and its very... i think the word is emotional. you did a good job and you should keep writing.