Anonymous
"Don't cry...."
These words I speak,
They travel through the room
But never seem to reach my ears.
The movement of the blade
Is involuntary
The tears fall to the floor
Mixing with the blood stained carpet to create nothing but a mere memory.
They say it's just a phase ,
But I'm terrified to say, that I've felt this way all my life
The will to die.
The desire to hurt.
A darkness has embraced my heart.
Squeezing and suffocating the beautiful life out
Leaving nothing but a dark, indifferent soul.
The music crescendos
Muffling the cry
One night,
The blade will slip,
And this life that has been lived
Will live among the lost and broken,
Roaming the earth.
Finding happiness within the tortures of the body.
This beautiful girl, listen to me. Don't cry! Walk away, this will get better.
No more blood, no more tears.
Walk away and begin anew.
You are worth so much more.
Someone loves you....
Put the blade down.
Please....
Someone loves you....
Listen to yourself....
Don't cry,
.... Someone
.... Loves
.... You
.........