It is sharp just like the mind
The cut helps you unwind
It gets quite ***** when its dry
Hold me up
Don't let me cry

Its the time
That was the crime
You did not keep yourself in line
Enjoy the mind you have for now
You may not have it when you leave the crowd

Be your own person
Have your time
Because when push comes to shove
Your worth only a dime

stomachs churn, insides
twist, anxiety bites
chunks from the swollen
brain. silver glints in the
corner of the eye, quivering
hand snatches metal
weapon, slicesliceslice.
feels warmth ooze from
wounds, thigh catches
fire, singes part of any
remaining self-control when
roses fall from
perfect blood lines.

Sometimes,
When you've been burned,
You learn to be cautious with fire.

Sometimes,
When you've been scarred,
You learn to stay away from the blade.

Sometimes,
When you've been played,
You learn not to play the game.

Sometimes,
When you've been made weak,
You learn to be strong.

i haven't let
a blade
dance upon my wrist
in months

but now it aches
and it feels like
i'm coming home

sleeping with self destruction

The blade broke against my skin
Because the only thing stronger than my heart
Is my flesh.

Why do they stare?
And act like they care.
Why do they lie?
Then leave without goodbye?
It must be me,
What do they see?
A throw away toy,
Used up of her joy?
A nighttime ride,
Rid of her pride?
Broken stride.
Nothing but lied to,
Nothing to do,
Except sit here and think.
Thinking is what ****’s her though.
Gnawing away her skin, and her flesh.
Digging to bone.
Her eyes are made of stone,
Nothing but her shield is shone.
She’s left alone,
Yet again.
Her blade is her only friend,
It will be what causes the end.
The end of her misery and cries.
The last lie.
The last goodbye.
Goodbye.

No.
I guess
I guess I
I just stopped caring.
And it never came back.
I was done.