Bloody Palm

As my spirit goes down
My gaze hits the ground
A feeling of numbness takes over
Drops of salty water flow down my cheeks
And my body trembles in horror
I think of nothing else but the pain
I think of nothing but the metallic blade
With uncertainty I'll lift it in my hand
As I stretch it towards the other
Swollen eyes and trembling lips
I fell the sharp pain and I stutter
It stinks,
As my skin tears at the seams
I close my eyes and bite my lip
And think of how the sight of me now, should not be seen

I look to my palm
As the crimson ooze run
It's not enough I thought
So I lift the blade once more
And slice it through my skin until it's red and bore
It hurts yes
But the pain within hurts more
I didn't want to do this
But it had to be done
I didn't want to be like this
But this is what I've become
A weak soul overcome with despair and a bloody palm
A lost girl trap in the darkness of a never ending oblivion

Through dead eyes
I watch as each drop falls and I wonder
How many drops would it take for me to finally go under
I'm consumed with insanity because it feels good when I do this
The razor through my flesh, the tears and the solemn bliss
It matters not what I've done for it's only once in a while I'll loose my mind
It's a crazy cycle
Today I'm in sorrow and by tomorrow I'll probably be fine....