Follow the Path

So many times I've wanted to grab the knife
To plunge it deep into my skin
to see the shining redness there
To see the pain I hold within.

To lie in a field of tortured souls
I'm in Tartarus and nobody knows
The ache I feel knocks me to the floor
I want to carve myself more and more.

The pain I feel inside my head
Self inflicted and real
I'm sick of shooting myself in the foot
I'm sick of all that I feel.

I've tried it before
A little scratch here and there
I want it more and more
But I don't think anyone cares.

And here's the kicker
I don't want to be saved
I love the pain and depression too
I want to follow the path that I've paved.

And follow it all the way through.

The End

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