A shine of silver

A splash of red

The pounding heart

In my head.

The numbing pain

The guilty hours

Picking up speed

Till I'm devoured.

Nothing more

Then a mound

Of a scar

Cut too deep,

Maybe I've gone

Too far?

Still I wonder

In this pleasureful pain,

Who will ever

Take the blame?

I cannot say

That this is wrong,

It's been keeping

me sane

for way too long.

Now I lay

And think awhile

As the blood drops

Begin to pile,

Can't tell a soul

What I've done

I'll pack my bags

And begin to run.

I'll disapear into

My head

Or maybe just

Sit on my

Blood-stained

Bed.

Carol marquez

I wrote this cuz this is how I feel