I stare into the mirror seeing nothing but a mistake,
A mess up,
An excuse,
A nobody,
And I take the razor and cut,
1 cut,
2 cuts,
3 cuts,
Now I've past my limits it's 8 cuts,
I bleed, and bleed,
But does anyone see me suffering?
No.
No.
No.
I've let life fill the cracks in my heart
But it was never enough so,
Here I stand in this mirror crying my eyes out
And bleeding from wrist to wrist dying but I feel this connection to Life that I've never felt before,
Now I've openly accepted death and am happy to say I see the light of the underworld.
I wrote this for people who feel rejected as much as I do so please follow for more like this.