They say "I'm here for you "
Are they ****
Where are you? when I'm slicing my legs to pieces with a blade carving adjectives into my skin. Pathetic. Ugly. Fat
Where are you? When I'm crying alone picking out everyone of my flaws; like stars in the darkest of nights.
Where are you? When I need you most. When I felt like the whole world was against me, that's right you weren't there.
Where were you?when I felt alone like I had no one. No one cares , that's right you didn't either.
There for me is where you weren't. When I needed you; you weren't there. And I won't be here when I eventually pass away from the pain I inflict on my self. I don't feel anything anymore I'm already dead inside so I may aswell be on the out.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
A canvas
So lifeless and Empty
No feeling nor emotion
You Take your paintbrush
forceful drag it over the pale white
Weep and wipe as the red flows down - down
The canvas is your skin
The paintbrush is the deamon that lies deep within
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC