*DISCLAIMER- this is not a poem for those who don't have stomachs for people who cut themselves or for those who cannot stand poems about self-affliction. please also note that although i usually write about some kind of experiance of my own, this one is not. just a curious thought that turned into a poem for a friend
How much blood it takes to spill
Just to make me cease to feel
The pain with inside my heart
Since we have been torn apart
Every time I feel the pain come
I try to ignore but Iím forced to succumb
Since I just donít know how to deal
I grab a razor and make myself feel
The faster I feel
The faster I heal
The more I hid
Save the pain for another time
It used to work with just one cut
But now it seems to take a lot
Each day that I become more immune
More blood is needed to quiet the tune
One day will I just run low?
Or will the pain through tears flow?
Will it ever come close to an end?
Or will I bleed until a new pain begins?
How much blood will it finally take
For you to realize, that my heart breaks?
only a vampire can love you forever.
forbidden to remember, terrified to forget