Knife in right hand.
left arm ready.
Shaking,Trembling, your eyes are heavy.
Strike the blade across swiftly to get it over with quickly.
Feel the burn
Feel your bad day go away.

Just one cut, not enough
try again. and again. and again. and again.
Salty tears stream down your face
one more cut will do the trick
then you're numb for just a a bit.
Until tomorrow, when things go wrong
the voices start when you're alone

You make more slits
you're left with red scars
little battle wounds
you can see them
feel them
hide them too.
you seek no attention just a little relief
relief thats self inflicted on your own body.

Small cuts do the trick
for now at least
never question superficial wounds
just cover them up
until theres no more room.

Spitting out violently
her words {like chains}
Surrounded me.
Strangled me.

asphyxiation
to the point of death

Swimming around me
my life {almost gone}
Winking at me and laughing
were the stars.
They considered it an inside joke.

Pouring out {sorrowfully and suddenly}
her tears tried to hug me.
Every single inch she tries to make
toward me puts
another ******* mile
between us.
{why try anymore?}

The stars
have disappeared
and left me {like everyone else}

"This is what you wanted."
{"you deserve this"}
I'm starting to believe them.

I cannot remember what the stars look like
{anymore}

Lipstick isn't the only thing that stains anymore.

Stubborn eyeliner has marked last nights man.

Tomorrow brings another day, but the same routine

and a different greedy look as she walks to the corner.

theres not enough water to wash away her diseases, dear.

Just a pest, a rat scattering the streets

with nothing more than a cigarette and greed in her hand.

Stumble, filth. stumble, stumble stumble *****.

Shes the highest range of STI distribution.

I say, she deserves a lukewarm meal.