Slowly it drags across my skin,
The blood seeps out,
Where should I begin,
In front of the mirror,
Slash on my face,
Dripping red shimmer,
Almost white skin; so vain,
Deep red blood; so pretty,
Sliced the cheek; no pain,
Black lips reflect the light,
The glasses drop,
Eyeshadow reminds of the night,
Dull green eyes,
Droopy face,
Dark blue skies,
The pain and depression,
The fist raised,
The anger; compression,
Glass flies from the impact,
Fist against mirror,
Couldn't take the contact,
Falling to the floor,
Landing with a thud,
Oh how fat and poor,
Newspaper on the chair,
Front page "new diet",
Why should it be there,
Blood is still dripping,
Can't control myself,
Maintaining; more like slipping,
The diet is read,
Taken into account,
If only I was dead,
Wouldn't have to complain,
About how huge I am,
Wouldn't live with shame,
I need someone; who can it be,
The voice in my head,
The voice in me,
The jeers; the hate,
The self pain; the cutting,
The comments about weight,
Or listen to the ones,
That want "what's best for me"
They know nothing; why no guns
They say they want me to be happy,
I'm happy when i'm dead,
So why don't you shoot me,
Scared; is that it,
Or is it about you,
You could be in shit,
Selfish people all around,
While my world falls,
They deafen me with no sound,
Now crying into my hands,
I want to say goodbye,
But i'll fail the lands,
I wont commit suicide,
I'll atempt it,
But until I get cianide,
I wont get very far,
I'm a failure,
I can't even become that un-shining star. |
