I could slash my wrists
but what good would it do
no one would give me the love I desire
no touch would be gentle and sweet
or wrap my wounds with a kiss
no
not when I look like a monster
this is why you give up on me
this is why you
left me
yes I could cut deep
but it would only hurt again later
when the blood is dry
and my heart is depleted
the oxygen spent on wailing
Yet the urge to hurt me
runs so deep within me
as if it is the only embrace I have ever known
how can I resist a moments relief
when I am denied a lifetime
tell me
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 9:58 PM UTC
I could slash my wrists
but what good would it do
no one would give me the love I desire
no touch would be gentle and sweet
or wrap my wounds with a kiss
no
not when I look like a monster
this is why you give up on me
this is why you
left me
yes I could cut deep
but it would only hurt again later
when the blood is dry
and my heart is depleted
the oxygen spent on wailing
Yet the urge to hurt me
runs so deep within me
as if it is the only embrace I have ever known
how can I resist a moments relief
when I am denied a lifetime
tell me
