People ask me why I cut
People say "Why would you do that?"
I'm too young to be this sad
People don't understand
I cut for me, I cut for pain
Emotional pain makes me sick
It is unbearable and all-consuming
Emotional pain in which I wallow
Physical pain is easier
Physical pain is short term
It allows me to Focus
Focus on the thin red line
The drops of blood pooling
I don't have to think at all
Nothing comes into my brain
Nothing but pain signals
No remembrance of ****
Abandonment and abuse
Cutting is my escape, my salvation
I am full of so many demons
When I cut I bleed them out
Each drop of red is a tear I've cried
Many tears and many red droplets
Physical pain overcomes me
Wraps me up in a ****** up blanket
Cutting is my drug, my escape
I am given the chance to numb
The ache in my heart is released
Through the valleys in my arm
Valleys carved into my flesh
Released through the blood
Pooling on the bathroom floor
A puddle of pain and demons
This is a puddle of me, all the
*****, nasty, unlovable, *******
Then there is a moment of bliss
That moment when I numb
Like right before they put you to sleep
The numb feeling of emptiness
I don't think about the demons
The demons in my head, screaming
They are no longer in my brain
They are in the puddle on the floor
No longer inside of me
Gone for a moment but not forever
Pain always comes back
This is why I cut, to quiet the pain

Worlds away
Oceans between
Love knows no boundaries
When will they meet?


You send me your love
Of that I've no doubt
Oceans to cross
My times running out

I'll see you my love
In my dreams
In the night

All now seems possible
Our future is bright

The way your eyes crinkle when you smile
Tells me your real
The way your easily offended
Tells me you feel
The way your fingers trace over my hip
Tells me need
The way you fall in love so easily
Tells me you bleed
The way you brush off punches
Tells me you heal
The way you help me get dressed
Reminds me it's real

some nights there's this overwhelming feeling
of wanting to climb to the roof of a house looking over a city
and getting drunk and screaming The Smiths songs so loudly
that the windows threaten to shatter
and last night was one of those nights,
all i wanted was you there by my side
yelling at the top of your lungs the lyrics to all those songs
we memorized by heart when we were 15
while going through that phase
because i know you are hurting and i'm hurting too
and such a thing, well, such a thing would be a privilege,
and i'm so very sure that we'd be the happiest people
on the planet after it! we'd pass out in our room,
those moments however long or short they may be,
would last, would feel like eternity,
and an eternity of joy is all we strive for.

It stares,
It glares,
It hovers in the air,
It lies,
It cries,
It makes happiness die,
It's the evil eye.

There is a summer
but even she comes with the rain.
Youre type of season
that never brings the pain