Sólo

Blood, running down your wrist,
you wish you could get over this.
One stroke turned into 10.
You slash again and again.

The pain feels so good,
you're just so misunderstood.
You want to tell someone,
but it's in the long run,

you know you'd hurt more.
Hopes go up but you're shoved out the door.
Back in the cold once again.
You don't want that because then,

you'd once more bleed inside,
as you slowly died.

by WhyIsSheWithHim
posted on 12/31/1969