when you have nothing to be sad about
nothing to complain
just the unexplained emptiness
broken up sentences
fogged head
tight chest

they took away my razors
and now they watch me like a hawk
instead tonight maybe i'll touch myself
maybe ill pretend it's you
a feeling worse then sliced skin

the tinged sadness of faded scars
wars ended on bad terms with
no final conclusion
just itchy wrists
diving headfirst into grey
submerged in a numbness
finally a creeping smile across a blank face
perhaps a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply