Cutting is bad. Self-harm is pain. Bottling is pointless. Cutting is pain. Self-harm is pointless. Bottling is effective. Cutting is pointless. Self-harm is effective. Bottling isn't' working. Cutting is effective. Self-harm isn't working. Bottling was fuel. Cutting isn't working. Self-harm was fuel. Cutting was fuel. Self-harm is empty. Suicide is.
Where am I? How many lines until the end?
Some stuff I wrote the night after I first self-harmed. A rough couple of years later and I'm a changed person. Glad I never made it to the end of the line.
Drifting towards a doleful river of anguish and grief So does the sky was agitated, rain was descending But then I knew, buried deep in my soul, Tears also continue to fall It floods the world with my misery The flood came crashing like waves, I was helpless, So I drowned
If my time has come to an end, make a million tombstone For I died a million times
You are the one breath I take in the morning . You are the one beating in my chest before you tore me. You are the blood in my viens that runs through me . You are the person I wish to wake up and see . -Every morning- You are the beauty in every afternoon. You are what keeps my heart beating as if it was as big as the moon. You are the star in the sky that shines all day and all night. You are the only person I wish didn't leave so soon . -Every afternoon- You are the reason i breath , the reason I fight . You are everything I had insight . You are the reason my chest feels tight. You are my darkest and most loving angel in my dreams at night . -Every night- And even know our life wasn't right , I'd still hold you nice and tight every night . Even without a house or home . I'll still find Time to write you a love poem. Cause that's how deep my love goes. So deeply rooted, it will never let go. Every night I lie awake , and think of how I'm such a big mistake. And I can feel the void in my chest , I wish I could just rip out what I have left and leave it in that closet like I'm nothing but a mess. My will to see my last day to be made . As I see you both one last time before I fade. And to think we started without a date. But today's the day August eleven two thousand eighteen . 6 long years And what a **** future husband and father I've been. And I wish I could of stayed longer so it may all have been seen. Our love and what it had created inbetween. There's one thing that's true , and real, and nothing else in this world could do . Is make me the happiest man and father to have known the both of you . Cause I love you, and I'm afraid my night mares are to much for me because they were forced to come true . And I lost the both of you . And when you left for the good there was to be found by you , I happen to lose everything I had , even myself too. And wherever I end up when not in this world with you, I'll be watching the both of you . And loving you every step of the way , because there wasn't enough words in this world to say . How much I loved you both each and every passing day. -Every day-