It gets easier every day
to drag the stainless steel
across my forearm.
And I get closer every day
to slicing it across my veins
and paddle in puddles of putrid red;
but I'm not supposed to feel what I feel
at every pretty pink sunrise
and freckled night skies.
I trudge through days
wishing for night to come
only to wake up to another one;
a million more nights
of having dreams of a world beyond
this fuckery.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 12:01 AM UTC
It gets easier every day
to drag the stainless steel
across my forearm.
And I get closer every day
to slicing it across my veins
and paddle in puddles of putrid red;
but I'm not supposed to feel what I feel
at every pretty pink sunrise
and freckled night skies.
I trudge through days
wishing for night to come
only to wake up to another one;
a million more nights
of having dreams of a world beyond
this fuckery.