Love.Hate
August 12th, 2011, 09:26 AM
Watching the scarlet trickle, down my wrist
Knowing I cant go on
Terrible nightmares, and loss of hope.
Hating yourself for every word that is spoke.
Burning sensation, look deep into their eyes.
Can you see anyone that’s even alive?
There already dead, but dead inside.
Is there any point in making them strive.
That better life that we mislead,
Pain, torture, through this I bleed.
Torn up arms and a broken heart.
I sit, fake a smile. Pretend that I’m fine.
Knowing I cant go on
Terrible nightmares, and loss of hope.
Hating yourself for every word that is spoke.
Burning sensation, look deep into their eyes.
Can you see anyone that’s even alive?
There already dead, but dead inside.
Is there any point in making them strive.
That better life that we mislead,
Pain, torture, through this I bleed.
Torn up arms and a broken heart.
I sit, fake a smile. Pretend that I’m fine.