Slices

Lately I've been Feeling empty inside

the world left and went on without me

lately I've been wanting cry, More like wanting to bleed.

Drip, Drop Goes the serum sliding down my wrist.

On the lovely white carpet where the hound slept,

When I look In the mirror and All I see is filth,

Whenever I cut I never go up,

Just left to right,

day and night,

Watching the blood fill up and spill over,

the heat is gone and I can relax.

Waiting for another stupid day to pass,

More Obnonix kids to laugh,

More rejection to encounter,

More rumors to attempt to slaughter,

But It doesn't really matter as the truth unveils;

I guess that what happens when your in the line of sight,

Of harsh judgemental school Kids Eyes,

If People read this They think I need Remedy,

but what they don't Know is that this is my solution,

Maybe there is something wrong with my newly found revolution,

When I cut I never scream I just wait for the blood to bleed,

So I lay down On the snow white floor speckled with little red dots,

waiting for the end of day,

waiting to fade away.

It's like all I scream is help

But nobody listens anyway.