Hurt and Death

The scars on my wrist,
Give me meaning to life.
Without the pain,
I fall apart.
No one sees,
What I go through.
Does my heartache show?
Do you see my love?
Turn to hatred at every turn?
I’m sinking away from reality,
Sacrificing my self to Death.
The blood drips down,
Covering my arms in sweet reprieve.
Do you see my emotions,
Hidden behind my eyes?
I’m alone and out of place,
Nobody’s around,
To help me through these times.
So, cut and bleed,
Stab and pain.
Death will come like the sweet rain