

RememberI cut myself last night I wanted to know if I can still feel I looked down at my wrist A thin line visible, still a little red from last night I remembered how it felt, to feel pain, it hurt so much I remembered how the blood trickled down my wrist and on to the floor And I remembered... That I liked it.Remember


ReasonSometimes I look up at the sky Searching for an answerReason
That I know
I won’t find there But still I watch it, bright and blue Staring back at me Soothing me, as I gaze at it intently I laugh to myself Maybe There’s a different reason To why I look at it Maybe It’s because I want to forget The question That I’ve been searching An answer for…
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