The blood drops
The blade gleams
I look at the cut I just made
I feel no pain
The pain I feel inside makes real pain hide
I try not to cry
But of course I fail
My life is incomplete
The blade I hold in my hand
The blood that dripped to the floor
It now will join the line of scars
The jokes not so funny now
Do your words still hold the same appeal?
Can you still laugh at what you said
Because now it is mine turn to laugh
I laugh in anguish as I draw the blade across my skin again
I hope I live
I hope I die
I don't want to end my life
I want to end my pain
I put away the blade
I wipe away the blood
I put on a smile that I know is fake.
While I'm dying inside.