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Tuesday, January 27, 2004



As the angry frustration mixes with heavy pain

It builds a pressure I know I cannot contain.

I need to let it out, to find a release

To let my raging emotions leave me in peace.

As I trace designs with my pretty knife

I think about my messed up life.

I watch the red rise and grow

As it becomes a strong flow.

I grab some tissues to clean up the mess

To make the river flow less

As my cuts cry their tears

I feel a sense of euphoric fear.

I know my cuts will physically spill the secret

As I tell myself to keep it.


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