A Note: Some people might know who part of this poem is about, but you probably won't. Another poem written in my neverending misery. I have one person to thank for this; Jacob.

Slice Me

Slice my veins,

Release my blood.

Slice my soul,

Heal my sorrows.

My soul splits apart,

My pain is like a knife,

Slicing through my wrist.

He is the demon,

The cause of my pain.

He says he’s not doing anything,

He says that I’m at fault.

Is it really so bad for me to cry?
Is my pain all my fault?

Is it my fault that I want to die,

My fault that my soul breaks?

I blame you for all my pain,

I blame you for the scars,

For the never-ending pain,

That breaks my soul.