I hit a weak point, blood trickles like a stream, like my
cheeks with tears. I held it in, I held on to that blade. The
darkness swarmed around me, I let go and it stings. I cant let
that in. I cant.
Just A cut
Just a scratch
"whats that mark?"
"it was the cat"
Just an excuse
just a lie
"whats with all the bracelets?"
"just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
"why were you crying?"
"just a bad dream"
But sudenly there are no more.
No more skin to cut
No more tears to cry.
No more things to lie
But you realized
Its because you died
Inside