Monday, March 5, 2012

Cutting.

I lay awake at night
To scared to sleep because I fear the light of tomorrow
But I want to fall asleep so I can dream I am someone else
So I decide to do neither
Instead I consult in my blade
My only friend I know i can count on
One mark on my arm is not enough
I make more until I feel nothing at all
I put him back in his hiding place
So no one may find him
Stained and rusted with blood
I lay back down in bed and watch myself bleed
Like a river flowing from every angle
I observe my river until the flowing stops
I find my favorite jacket
The one with blood stains on the inside sleeve
I slip it on
Carefully laying my head on my pillow
my eyes shut tight
I dream sweetly

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