What if I scraped these layer of skin off my wrist
Like peeling a head of lettuce
Layer
by layer
by layer
Until I reached the last layer of my vein
Then all it would take would be
one
little
scratch

The cold metal
The crisp slice the blade against its self

It's tempting,
to say the least

The scissors only go so far
There things in the garage
It wouldn't be so hard

It could be as easy as
one
little
scratch

I hope you get better.
I know that whatever you're going through you'll make it.
Get better, whatever is wrong.
You got it.
You good?
You sure you're okay?
You'll make it through this, it's just a rough patch. We all have them.

The things people say

I know will have no effect
Because babe trust me,

I've been wishing and hoping for a long time
And nothing has changed
Nothing has been touched by the grace of God or the whisper of hope

So what makes you think your words ever will?

I'm broke
and **** near broken

some days i can't eat at all
other days i eat too much
can't stand to look in the mirror
wishing the number i see on the scale would switch with my grades

things never go the way i want them to

too many dead ends
not enough ways out

got nothing to do
no time soon

i'm often forgotten like snow in summer

i'm breaking out
but not from this hole I'm in

my brain is constantly fizzling
hopefully soon
i'll get tired,
simply fizzle out
so this static can just
        S
    T
  O
       P

i need something,
or someone,
that takes the pain away

that fills my lungs with something other than this
undescribable
endless
void

i'm done
i'm tired of this body and soul

how many pills does it take
until i no longer regenerate?

is this a call for help?
or a way to let it all out?

but when you ask,

I'm fine

You shouldn't have told me the truth
Because now I know
How you feel about him
I shouldn't have listened
Or questioned

I wanted to hear
"Yeah I don't really think about him like that anymore"
"I was never into her, my mind was all about you"

I wish that I could take it all back before you said 'I love you'
Before I spoke
Before you both confided in me about how you felt
Not about me
But each other

So here my heart lays
Shattered
Cold
And still

Me scraching at my thoat,
Wishing I never spoke

There are no words for a poem
So we use even more
There is no summery
No singular word to describe
You have to read the story
Go through the journey
To know just were this untitled path will take you

I'm not gonna title a sad playlist sad
I'm not gonna show it when I cry
Or when I feel