Numbness is the feeling that I loved,
it ended all the pain that was shoved,
Now there can no longer be the easy way,
there is nothing, I can do or say.
I’ve always pretended, that I was so strong,
even when everything in my life had gone wrong,
Because my perfect drug was always there,
and I always believed that drugs really cared.
Nothing now to end the pain,
my dreamland life is now in vein,
endless nights of gripping my knife,
always remembering my once perfect life.
To me cutting releases like drugs, I wrote this after deciding cutting was the lesser of two evils, and gave up drugs.
This pain, this hurt,
Locked away in my head,
How inside I am dead.
Blood on my wrist,
there is glass in my hand,
They would not understand.
They don’t listen,
so they can’t see me cry,
I just wish I could die
grasp this plea for release,
how the pain will not cease.
emptying to the floor,
I always crave more.
untill my wound will close,
and nobody knows.