cutter

I cant breath

i cant live

i cant eatwithout taking a blade

to my wrist

wear i watch the blood ooze out

i watch and watch until it stops

wishing to rip my life away

i used to be a crossed country runner

until the day my brother died

so i take the blade

and draw on my skin

painting my pale skin with blood

taking a sigh of relief when im done cutting

its addiction now

if i dont cut i feel like

my head is going to explode

i sew my mouth shut

hoping not to scream out my dirty little secrets

dropping to the floor with tears in my eyes

i just want my brother back.

Blood eternity

I’d cut out my hand,

And give it to you,

The tears I shed,

Should be blood to you,

The blood which comes from my vein,

Which symbolize,

That my love for you is eternity in my blood,

The line on my arm,

Is just to prove,

That my love for you,

Is always true………

witch dead

im sealed in a box,
with a wax,
a key of the door,
with a symbol of mourn,
blood running through my vein,
in a single drop of rain,
cut in my hand,
blood in the sand,
cursing my blood,
under a witch dead....

Emotions( from black to red heart)

My bucket of emotions,

Is full with everything,

Unable to handle it no more,

For it surge like a blood of fountain by means of emotions,

I feel like I am replete like a fever rising,

I feel like I crave to slay,

I intend to die,

I desire to verbalize out,

I aspire to cry,

I would like to shriek,

Entirely of this emotions,

I want to be departed,

And replaced through new emotions,

I crave to love,

I yearn for peace and harmony,

I require being ecstatic,

I want to chortle,

If this stuff will occur,

My emotions will wrecked,

And my heart will be different,

Commencing black to red heart……….