Left alone, late at night.
No one to hear your screams,
No one to see the spilt blood,
Oh what a paradise.
A time when you are left alone,
With your only friends.
Your wrists bleed and your eyes cry.
But the voices do not stop,
They remind you of the forgotten, they scream your worthlessness to the world.
You want to fight back
But you are not that strong and with another stroke of the blade against your skin, you wonder when it will end.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC
Left alone, late at night.
No one to hear your screams,
No one to see the spilt blood,
Oh what a paradise.
A time when you are left alone,
With your only friends.
Your wrists bleed and your eyes cry.
But the voices do not stop,
They remind you of the forgotten, they scream your worthlessness to the world.
You want to fight back
But you are not that strong and with another stroke of the blade against your skin, you wonder when it will end.
