Thoughts racing
Hands shaking
Fingers itching
For that next pain
That next cut
But you promised
**** promises
They don't need me
Who needs this
**** life this
****** mind this
Foster system *****
Eyes closed
Silent screaming
Drawing pretty red pictures
Where it hurts
Say it hurts you
Its meant to hurt me
So don't pry
With your judging eyes
And I'll keep the secret
Its meant to be
Attempting to start writing raps or at least poems with sort of a rap-esque quality to them