i sit and watch the blood drip down
all the reminders of the past
the past is the past
but what will the future bring?
more pain to come
life's full of pain
no way to hide from it
no escaping it
but what good will this do?
just watching the blood
you feel like
nobody understands you anymore
your trying to find yourself
in this world of confusion
the pain the world brings
has no end
you look at your wrists one last time
you think of the pain you've felt
you wipe the blood away
and tell yourself, no more
you stop the bleeding
stop it for good
you think to yourself
'what good did this do?'
*this is just a poem i wrote while i was bored and i know its not good but...oh well(: *
all the reminders of the past
the past is the past
but what will the future bring?
more pain to come
life's full of pain
no way to hide from it
no escaping it
but what good will this do?
just watching the blood
you feel like
nobody understands you anymore
your trying to find yourself
in this world of confusion
the pain the world brings
has no end
you look at your wrists one last time
you think of the pain you've felt
you wipe the blood away
and tell yourself, no more
you stop the bleeding
stop it for good
you think to yourself
'what good did this do?'
*this is just a poem i wrote while i was bored and i know its not good but...oh well(: *
