Rachael
Voices
Copyright, Rachael
Everyone’s screaming,
I can’t hear myself think,
My body’s getting weaker,
My eyes begin to sink,
Theres just to much confusion,
And i don’t know how to deal,
Cutting is my only way,
To show you how I feel.
I lock myself in my room,
But the voices continue to shout,
So I pick up my razor,
And let my anger out.
As the blood begins to flow down the center of my arm,
control runs through my body,
As if I haven’t done any harm.
my cuts are getting deeper,
and I feel the pain within,
My razors covered in blood and my innermost sin.
I feel so much better now that all my angers out,
I know I’ll sleep in peace tonight,
because the voices no longer shout!
Untitled
Copyright, Rachael
Ever feel like slitting your wrist?
Letting the blood pour to the ground?
Watch your problems crash all the way down.
Feel the relief when metal touches skin,
And let the slicing begin.
* * *
That’s the way I like it,
That’s the way it goes.
I’ll scream until I’m empty,
Until blood has soaked my clothes.
* * *
I’m going to draw a picture.
A picture with a twist.
I’ll draw it with a razor.
And I’ll draw it on my wrist.
And in this twisted picture,
A river will appear.
And with this flowing stream,
All my problems disappear.
Sympathetic Dagger
Copyright, Rachael
sympathetic dagger
graze my arms
protect me now
from the words harms
stab me through
bleed me out
give me pain
twist and shout
cut away the ugly
leave me free
make me happy
let me see
carve a word
describes my life
sick and twisted
writes the knife
stab it in
cut me deep
bleed the sin
let me weep
sympathetic dagger
my only friend
always there
till the end
it makes me feel
lets me bleed
shows me real
hidden reality
carve a hole
in my chest
painful life
let me rest
show me now
what lies ahead
it ends soon
ill be dead
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