05-08-2013, 11:46 AM
The thought of that girl cutting herself..
Her in bed slicing her wrists with some pointy thing. I'd hope not a knife.
The thing that hurts most is this girl is the one who I want to buy a ring.
And go on late night drives with.
And share popcorn.
And lay in bed and feel her body shift.
But her body is so ruptured with self-spurned rifts.
Cutting and cutting and jabbing and stabbing until she is but ash and sift.
How can you bring yourself to deal with it.
To imagine her stubborn face as she carves and starves and cries and dies.
The crying happens suddenly but the dying happens slowly.
Her hands hide her from the whole world and as they slide down so does her face and cheeks and tears; she is an animal now, murmuring a noise so lowly.
Her hand sinks lower and lower until she is below a sea that she has made.
She doesn't swim, but drowns, as she has chosen her wet grave.
She goes further and further and screams '5 more feet.'
But its all a dream and it's oh so really.[/font][/align]
The stabbing and slicing of her meat.
She gives up. Her mind takes her somewhere surreal-
Detour, her dreams are haunted by pills and guns begging her to cave in.
I am afraid one day they may win.
It's hard to love someone who doesnt love themself.
Her in bed slicing her wrists with some pointy thing. I'd hope not a knife.
The thing that hurts most is this girl is the one who I want to buy a ring.
And go on late night drives with.
And share popcorn.
And lay in bed and feel her body shift.
But her body is so ruptured with self-spurned rifts.
Cutting and cutting and jabbing and stabbing until she is but ash and sift.
How can you bring yourself to deal with it.
To imagine her stubborn face as she carves and starves and cries and dies.
The crying happens suddenly but the dying happens slowly.
Her hands hide her from the whole world and as they slide down so does her face and cheeks and tears; she is an animal now, murmuring a noise so lowly.
Her hand sinks lower and lower until she is below a sea that she has made.
She doesn't swim, but drowns, as she has chosen her wet grave.
She goes further and further and screams '5 more feet.'
But its all a dream and it's oh so really.[/font][/align]
The stabbing and slicing of her meat.
She gives up. Her mind takes her somewhere surreal-
Detour, her dreams are haunted by pills and guns begging her to cave in.
I am afraid one day they may win.
It's hard to love someone who doesnt love themself.

