As I slit my wrists
the words keep bleedin’,
mixing with the tears
and recognized fears.
Those hurtful words
and ugly sayings. I
cut again and continue
bleedin’, away the hate,
anger and frustration.
Venting is my self
mutilation. there are
no scars to hide when
I am done, I just wipe
my tears as my sadness
fades and the dawn passes
to another day...