I want to scream
I want to cry
and i hate t admit it
but i want to die
I want to stop this constant hurt
To stop the voices in my head
To never again get out of bed
To stop cutting up my skin
like its paper
the blade a pen
but im an artist and i cant quit
every cut a step closer
to finishing my artwork
and once i finish the
lines soon fade
till little white lines
are all that remain
and if i make a mistake
i cut and cut
till blood covers up
anything that i made
and then ill start over
onto a clean slate
and when the lines heal
ill trace them sometimes
remembering the story
that lies behind each line
YOU ARE READING
Therefore I Am
Poetry"Ive forever been in the dark..but there was a time you were my light"
