Cutter

I will slit my wrist to empty the pain.

Words can’t help me now.

I’m tired of speaking an empty mind.

It’s the only way to express myself.

Talking was a useful trick.

Even when nobody listened.

Maybe now you can see,

All this pain locked inside of me.

A mixture of anxiety, fear and pain.

All tangled up in my veins

Bleeding out will save my head.

Still a hollow heart remains.