Deeper than ever

By , Qualicum Beach, Canada
I want to cry out
as I bleed out, as I
hope for the pain
to disappear, with the
scars. As I cool my head
I drown my hand in the
symbol of my pain, as I
draw deeper lines, as I
approach my heart,
I wish that I won't cut
too deep when I reach that
vital thing, I remember
why the scar ten rungs
beneath, the one I now make...
I know why that one was
deeper, so I cut deeper,
and deeper, until I feel
a grating, and I know
this one, is going to be harder
to cover, then the hole
in my heart that has been
covered by my flesh





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