"Scissors"
 
i wander...
through emotions that don't exsist.
trying to find my way through a darkend room
i grasp...(scissors)
to something to comfort me..
at least for now, i feel at ease..
no one knows (the cuts)
whats going on through my head..
people say they can "understand"
but how can they, when i can't even...
this pain.. (the red blood)
stabbing deep into my soul..
like a needle full of poison,
i wanna numb the pain..
dont know how..so i look up
i breath softly (i cry)
i'm wandering...
through thoughts that don't exsist...
why am i doing this to myself?
when pain feels so good...
sweet loving, and comforting pain...
 
by: Ev Tindle