Empty Inside

[razorrape]

Insecurites flood my mind

Drowning out the cries of happiness I've found



Why?



I have what I want
I have what I need
Why is this not enough?



I want to cut still
Even deeper than before
Longer gashes down my arms
Down to the bone
Scars like hills on my pale skin
A red deeper than crimson
Flowing down the length of my arm
Dripping off my fingertips



I have the knives
I have the blades
I have the time
I have the room
If not then I will retrace old memories with new ones



This is what I want
I don't know why
I don't



Don't glare at me that way
I know what I've said
I haven't done anything wrong in my eyes
It is not stupid
It is not silly
It is my stress relief and pain killer



I am my own pain killer

[Heavy Hearted]

GREAT POEM!
I understand the need to have my release, my pain killer, only to well
>>ANGIE<<