i've cut, i've bled,
i'm crying forever red,
my arms stained with hate,
my face stained with a disturbing fate,
i want to get away, so this is how,
this is how i go to another place, right now,
i point my head up towards the sky,
i make the mark of the lie,
the false feeling of detatchment,
so i make my final descent,
down to my underworld,
i have been fooled,
into thinking im okay,
never knowing what to say,
so i make the scars come again,
im away, from my drain,
my eyes fill with red,
my brain fill with dead,
my shirt stained with defeat,
my knife stained with retreat,
get away,
for today,
so the cut heals, i do it once more,
i am just a knife whore,
when one closes, another opens,
thus spawned these poems,
so they seal,
i forget to feel,
i bleed for a while,
i cry, from denial.
 
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