cuts and scars

life in its own

you cut for the pleasures

i cut for the escape

you scream for more

i stay quiet for the pain to cease

you play the game of life alone

i play with death watching

 

The game with the loaded

pistol only one shot missing

 

you spin the chamber and pull the trigger

 

you walk away leaving it on the bed

I take it up and spin it point it to

my temple and pull the trigger

 

death smiles because he knows the

 

game is over. Your back is turned

and you don't shed a tear.

 

My lifeless body falls and

 

you continue walking my

sight of you fades and I now it is

over. You've seen my scars the cuts

my tears of pain the bruises upon

my soulless body just looking

for a way out.

 

Why is it so far away yet so easy to do.

 

Will I ever make it through life or will I

Just gain more scars in my attempts in a

way out for my lifes self reassurance

that suicide is great and will bring you

happiness……… because even through life suicide is pain less……………

Author's Note

honesty

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

good write, thank you for sharing, debileah

[rinnyroo1994]

in a world where everything is a lie and fake and isn't honest, this pain seems real and genuine... and although that isn't necessarily a good thing, you convey it very well, to where even the reader can feel the emotion
good write, looking forward to reading more :)