My mind became more confused
My life i guess is a rollercoaster
Not knowing when the next down fall was
Having no idea wether to cry or to be filled with so much hate
A mind with a tornado inside it, destroying every memory of you
My wrists ache for the blade
Wether to push that blade deep down and feel the relief of pain from my heart
Just for a few seconds
or to put the blade down
for the empty feeling
that will one day
be the death of me.
The first poem i wrote.