answer me.

[crunchyplanets]

It is dripping,
it is red,
this time it is not filled with regret.
The blade lays on the floor.
It is filled with a million secrets,
but still wanting more.
I try to fight it
and I try to hide.
But my anger gets the best of me
and takes me over inside.
I always turn to that dumb blade,
just maybe hoping to get away from the pain.
But I'm just afraid,
and I believe it is my only way out,
most of the time without a doubt.
The saddest thing is,
I call out to you,
but nobody answers...

I wrote this when I was 14, 12 years ago.

 

[relex_author]

Me and mine

I done this a lot too but then things got worse and it didn't work at that time.

Then it got better.

You can do it as much as you want. Everyone cares really. You get strong from it.