Have you gotten to that point
That you can’t see the end?
When that one little razor
Has become your closest friend
And the comforting sting
Of that sharp piece of metal
Is as beautiful and warm
As a single rose petal
The little red lines
Scarring your wrists and thighs
Helping you cope
Like an addict’s highs
And all the nights you laid awake
Never sleeping only crying
You wake up tired but can’t tell
Because inside you’re slowly dying
And as you watch the red flow down your wrist
You grab the pills from your stash
And prepare for the pain
A short fire before burning to ash
But you don’t have the strength
Not tonight
You sigh and replace them
You won the fight
And you look up at the sky full of stars
And forget about your battle scars
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
We live in such a material age.
Where people get excluded because of the pieces of cloth they wear
Where peoples’ state of living relies on little rectangular pieces of paper
The bigger the number the better they fare
Where these tiny little numbers on a scale that people care about so much
Change the reflection that appears in the mirror
And the way that other people see them
Even though personality is so much dearer
And everyone’s obsessed
With everyone else’s’ lives
To distract them from their own problems
Even though when you return they stab you like knives
And if you really think
Wonder, ponder and contemplate
You realise this won’t matter when you die
You’ll have a clean slate
It won’t matter what car you drove
Or the clothes and people and places you adorned yourself with
So why worry now while you have a life to live?!
The promise you’ll make to yourself will appear herewith;
You’ll run and jump and touch the sky
Stare at the stars as the cars go by
And love and laugh until you cry
Live until the day you die
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC