Cuts
I wanna feel the sting the burn
I feel the urg beneath me I urn
I just wanna bleed and scream
I am always the bad person it seem
I can't shut off the thoughts in my head
I struggle just to get out of bed
I stay trapped inside this cell
Unable to escape personal hell
I shove them all away
Just so in this cell I stay
It takes every once in me
Just to not slice the flesh you see
My heart beats so randomly fast
My brain screams you just trash
The anxiety fights my every thoughts
Begging me to do what I should not
Begging me to feel the pain
Just watch the blood drip like rain
The burn sting of the flesh
Reliving the pain and thoughts from mess
I wish for happiness
But find nothing but ever lasting crappiness
No matter the drugs blood and tears
The bad feelings and thoughts never clears
I want to be happy but always find sad
I run from it like it's never to be had
I destroy all things I love
I run from things all the above
I hurt me worse then they hurt me
I will never let myself be happy
Darkest sunflower
Sun 24th May 2020 04:28
Thank you I guess you can tell I know from expireance. I dont know if that's a good or bad thing. Right now I am struggling hard.