One thousand times
Has the knife kissed my skin
So many times
After I said I wouldn't give in.
One thousand times
Have I allowed myself
To cry crimson tears
To hide my fears.
You would think
After a while
Cutting wouldn't help anymore.
But it turns out
I cut more every time
To the point I can't stop.
One thousand times I have failed myself.
But that's one thousand times I could have taken my life.
And I didn't.
I may have failed myself,
But I still have time to turn around
And right one thousand wrongs.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
One thousand times
Has the knife kissed my skin
So many times
After I said I wouldn't give in.
One thousand times
Have I allowed myself
To cry crimson tears
To hide my fears.
You would think
After a while
Cutting wouldn't help anymore.
But it turns out
I cut more every time
To the point I can't stop.
One thousand times I have failed myself.
But that's one thousand times I could have taken my life.
And I didn't.
I may have failed myself,
But I still have time to turn around
And right one thousand wrongs.
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