Oops I did it again That will be another scar It will bleed It will hurt It will be like me
Oops I did it again Only he can cry I can't I try But I fail
Oops I did it again I let the river flow out of my arm I let the bed sheets get stained again I let my room fill with this dark red fluid It happened again
Oops I did it again I let my self go I just did it This time is has been more deeper than ever This will bleed for a while
Oops I did it again I feel this warm trickle flow down my arm I am sitting here shirt less I am getting cold, I have to be But yet I don't feel it I don't cry I don't shiver I feel nothing I am nothing I just need to be gone I am not human anymore
If I was a dress; I will cut myself; If I was lion; I’ll roar like a monster; If these threads are worn out; I might cut again; My life is a puzzle; My mind is a labyrinth; My endless lies; O’ this poem’s about me? It’s a tragic accident; I’ve gone too pale; My blood dries up; By the midnight rain; My skin’s decaying; I’ve gone too far; Maybe this is my end; I’ll take a bow.
I took my pocket knife Hold it firmly And scratched the surface of my skin In front of Aurelia's ***** eye
Her negative aura could be felt Squimish and the room feels like **** Her cold stare Creeps me and makes me scare
In a split second, her hand holds my knife She opens the blade and scratch her tigh But I didn't see her bleed I exhale in relief
“You could’ve bleed if you do that” I warned her Again, I have to see the cold stare of her
"Why did you cut yourself?" She asked me "Stress" I answered. Short straight and solid
“Don’t you cut yourself again!” “If I don’t, what’s it for me then?”
She paused for 5 seconds
“I will cut my self too Peter” “What?! How about your lover?!” “Don’t care about him” The way she said it, she is serious
I paused for a while Thinking of her lover that gone wild
“You love me right?” That question, really hits my mind How did she finds out I carry the torch for her? How did she knows my heart have her name written? I panicked And wishing God to get me killed
Then she continues her question “As a friend” My heart beats goes back to normal And in a low voice I replied “yes”
By the time, I made a promise with an angel The angel who saved me from the reaper The angel who prevents me to be burnt in **** The angel who prevents my family crying on my funeral The angel that will do the same if I harm myself
Aurelia Thank you I won’t be around if we didn’t made that promise
goodbye good blood flow you might be missed, but i've become accustomed to wearing hairbands on my wrists. for a boy with short hair apparently it stands out, because i keep receiving questions have a little tact, it's not something you ask about. please be happy that you can see my wrists without being repulsed. we can see the clicking is getting on your nerves. it's this or hieroglyphics carved into my arm. i know what you prefer so please please persevere for me.
Life can it be lived? Can I get by today? Can I stay alive? Put down the knives. The razor. Throw them away. Things will get better Only if you try for it. That's all you have to do is try Try for your family Even if you think they don't care. They do in their own way. Please just no more hurting yourself
Don't harm yourself anymore please..... I've done it for so long I just couldn't take it and had to stop I seen how it was affecting my family. I felt horrible.