As I stare..
The blood trickles from my heart as I stare..
As I stare..
It trickles down my arm..
And into my life..
The razor glides so easily..
So easily..
I feel no pain its easy to see..
So easily..
It trickles down my arm..
And into my life..
You look down at me plain to see..
Plane to see..
The lines across my arm plain to see..
Plane to see..
It trickles down my arm..
And into my life..
I stare into your eyes its so hard for you to see..
Hard for you to see..
Its hard for you to see with your eyes sewn closed, hard for you to see..
Hard for you to see..
It trickles down my arm..
And into my life..
My life and soul is pouring out of me but you do not see..
Do not see..
Its from my heart and out my arm as no one believes..
You see what you want to and it never changes..
Why dose no one comfort me as my heart bleeds..
Its pouring from my arm in rivulets of red..
It the blister on my wrist..
The match head of sorrow..
But still you do not see..
You are blind to my insides..
You smile happily at me..
While I die inside..
No one knows..
No one cares..
If they did they would comfort me..
And I would see..
But as it is it will not be and so I go on living this life..
The pain of my heart noticed by no one..
This poem I know changes formats a few times along the way.. so dont crit me on that..
I made a avi edit for this one.. I thought it went apropriatly.. I trust people not to steal this or the poem.. They are both fully created and copy writed by me (c) Jan 1, 2005.
