I wanna cut,cut so bad.
But dont have the courage to press deep down.
I cry insanely wanting to be numb,
Holding the razor,scissors,or knife in my hand...
Only when my sanity has left me...
Do I scratch myself pitifuly.
There are a few scars remaining~
Memories like it was yesterday...
My war wounds remind me of an unrealistic truth-
Whispering to me that im okay,when im really not.
Thoughts run through my head,wanting it so bad...
To be able to see the beautiful crimson tears pouring out.
So instead i OD in hopes that will numb me,
And take away these thoughts that constantly haunt me.
Sharp objects I hold tight in my hands,
They look so pretty~I wanna use them...
But somehow I cant.
I wanna cut,cut so bad,
But i just dont have the courage anymore to press deep down.

 
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