I wish I had the courage
to pull a knife across my skin,
I wish I had a way
to keep the hurt from seeping in.
I wish I could wash the sink
and watch water turn red
covered up with band-aids
as to not stain sheets on bed.
I wish I could look at the scars
spidering up my arm,
I wish I could be brave enough
to do myself real harm.
But then I think about my friends
and it seems a sin
to try to hurt myself at all
it's really giving in.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
I wish I had the courage
to pull a knife across my skin,
I wish I had a way
to keep the hurt from seeping in.
I wish I could wash the sink
and watch water turn red
covered up with band-aids
as to not stain sheets on bed.
I wish I could look at the scars
spidering up my arm,
I wish I could be brave enough
to do myself real harm.
But then I think about my friends
and it seems a sin
to try to hurt myself at all
it's really giving in.
