More poems by BrandisFallingUp

Make It Epic

I get the pleasure, that locks my heart into silver chains
From the first bachelor, to help drain the blood from my veins.

Razors lay around in my room, find them splattered with blood.
You can easily guess, I assume, by the time it takes to flood.

Knifes are scattered in my room, find them splattered with blood
You can easily guess, I assume, by the time it take to flood.

I get the pleasure, that take the pain away from my depression.
It takes away my anger, and leaves me with no action.

With no where to go, and no way to turn back.
I watch the blood flow, and the pain is the fact.

With cutting myself, I do know Im not making myself smarter.
I shant stop thyself, because I like the way the pain hurts harder.