First day the blade struck skin
Habit of cutting soon set in.
As for the cuts, it's much too late
Pain and hatred decide my fate.
Anger and rage rushing through me
Feeling drips of the red hot sea.
Nothing matters, nothing is left.
I'm lying here, waiting for death.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
First day the blade struck skin
Habit of cutting soon set in.
As for the cuts, it's much too late
Pain and hatred decide my fate.
Anger and rage rushing through me
Feeling drips of the red hot sea.
Nothing matters, nothing is left.
I'm lying here, waiting for death.
