She closes her eyes,
One cut leads to another.
The pain feels so good,
It is almost addicting.
She can't stop,
Not until she can finally breathe.
Her tears turn red,
Falling to the ground.
Nothing can heal,
What she's already done.
She opens her eyes,
Her skin is bright red.
The scars will be ugly,
They'll never fade.
One last cut,
And then she'll be done.
Her breathing becomes labored,
Blood seeps through the cut.
She's gone too deep,
and for what?
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
She closes her eyes,
One cut leads to another.
The pain feels so good,
It is almost addicting.
She can't stop,
Not until she can finally breathe.
Her tears turn red,
Falling to the ground.
Nothing can heal,
What she's already done.
She opens her eyes,
Her skin is bright red.
The scars will be ugly,
They'll never fade.
One last cut,
And then she'll be done.
Her breathing becomes labored,
Blood seeps through the cut.
She's gone too deep,
and for what?
Warning - May be triggering!
