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By Du'Doll Date: 2002 Jan 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.09.17.43.8280]] |
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Alone The bathroom floor is cold I can't move I can't think I can't cry You are gone Somewhere Living your life Doing your thing Shaking, dried tears The taste of salt On my lips, cheeks, and chin I am dizzy Looking around the room Trying to focus I fall lower Droping my gaze I focus on the blade Tiny little thing Nothing but a razor edge Still blinded with pain and agony I press the sharp steel to my wrist I move it slowly I can't do it It isn't time to die I love you too much Instead I raise my shirt The cold air flooding my skin I lift the razor to my arm My shoulder So many scars Old and new But I need to see blood I need to know that I am alive I can't feel it ... Now I can The blood Red drips of life It feels better At least now I can't feel my heart being torn Once, twice, again, again Over and over I peirce my flesh It is over Get up Wash away the blood Wash away the skin tightening tears Put your cloths back on Time to move on Time to be strong Time to love him again |