The bleeding...
Are rushing to my head this feeling I'm needing covers me instead.
Don't think about it this self-inflicted wound..Don't dream about it or you'll become it too.
The metal of this razor sinks deep into my skin.
The loneliness and angry shows through in the scar on my skin.
The pain is now showing..
Everything that went wrong, this hopelessness is growing and now I can't go on.
The thought of not winning ... ending up all alone.
Is the relief from this cutting a sin or just nothing at all?
Desiree' R.