The cuts and bruises,
lift away the pain.
The razor,
slicing away at my wrist.
The blood,
pouring out like rain.
The bruises,
having and unexpected twist.
The lost soul,
weeping away at what once was.
Addiction,
filling my brain.
only because,
You left me there.
To lie down,
and breat...
Laying alone,
Quiet and unknown.
Not letting words,
Seep through your head.
The uncontrollable hurt,
Pushing around that fake smile,
Only tells you one thing…
You won’t be back around for a little while....