In another thirty minutes
I won't care about tomorrow
I'll forget about my sorrow
And I'll laugh myself to sleep
It could be worse I like to say
Cutting, slicing and bleeding
Loving the feeling and repeating
Into a dying state, no turning back
Insulting myself on paper
Trying to find words that rhyme
Just trying to take up some time
So I won't think of it all
Poluting my anger and madness
Taking out someone elses dream
Falting whoever I'd like to deem
As long as I'm better it's okay
Drugs, cutting, writing and fighting
Four best ways to make everything exciting
Wow what a wirlwind of a poem and experience. Rae