In The Puddle Of My Blood
When time I quit and give up
I lean against the wall
Look into my mirror
And asked what am I living for?
I see puddles of tears
Flooded in my eyes…
Memories rushed in
From all the pain hidden inside
The yelling
Of abusive words
Including physical pain…
All of those had taken my soul
Down the drain
I grab a razor…
Look at the blade
I see my own reflection
I press it against my wrist…
And forcefully cut them..
Blood gushing out like water..
As the blade fell to the ground…
I look at my own wound
And fell against the wall
In the puddle of my own blood
I sat…
As tears roll down from my eyes…
My sister found me…
And asked why?
Why are you doing something stupid?
I looked at her and say…
I can’t handle it anymore…
I am enough with it…
I’m weakening inside…
I cannot move on..
I rather die…
She took me to the hospital…
I heard my sister cries..
Tears continue falling
From my eyes…
Even though I’ve been save..
Pain does still remain..
Continue to cope with cutting
Sixteen scar has its own name….