I hurt myself tonight,
More than I've ever hurt myself before,
Yet I felt no pain,
No different than when I was,
13 carving "**** me" in the bunk bed frame,
When I was holding out for hope,
Wishing for something more than this,
To find someone to hold me,
Just lay in bed and kiss,
But no one ever listens,
No ones ever here for me,
All love seems to fade,
I still inflict these wounds on wrists,
Carved with razor blades.
im in need of someone tonight. yet im alone. wandering the deep dark corners of my mind.