This is a poem I wrote last night:
I feel betrayed by my own feelings, My wrist cut by a razorblade, This is it, The pain's almost covered in shade. I have had more then I can handle, These tears inside of me are for someone I love, Blood splattered for what I don't feel, Life needs to set me free like a dove. I'm quitting because of all this pain, Quitting because its hard, Quitting before I hurt some more, I am tattered, worn and brutally scarred. I've gone silent because of the misery, I'm not listening or talking, I have had enough, I'll slit my wrists and keep on walking....
InuYashalover17 · Mon Dec 06, 2004 @ 07:29pm · 2 Comments |