Out of Control

Copyright, Kaysha

everytime i start to feel controled
i look at my scars and old stories unfold
back to the blades, back to the knives
back to always screwing up everyones lives
im just a big laugh, really just a mistake
this reflects in my with each breath i take
but as each breath grows shallow, ill reach for the blade
bleed to free myself of all the wrong moves i’ve made
maybe not so deep this time, maybe just a little
or maybe i’ll sever a vein right down the middle
no, ill just stick with some shallow cuts
keep it simple like i know i should
a small puddle gathers of my life on the floor
but wait its not over, my eyes bring more
clear salty tears mix with a dark bloody sea
a red stained impression of what now is me


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