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open cuts by gh05t_kl

i cant look pass on paths and roads i took
the fright on my face shouldnt feel so shook
cant live like this cuz despair of emotions fastens
and when i write should anyone reallie care to listen
it cures me to be fine eventhough im soul searchin
still emerging to be someone when its hard holdin
these poems i write felt years i've conquer in life
might even strengthen souls that found in one nite
so whats waste of time when im in line waitin for mine
doesnt anyone feel my immoralty weakens its kind
these open scar'd speaks for itself when i slit myself
my hand took the pain and blood was the only drip i felt
held it with a cloth and even that wasnt holdin in right
my enternal bleedin was like lava hurtin with every fight
jus tryna heal the wound but i almost painted red on the floor
my feet felt cold but attacks of red spits near the door
i couldnt have the energy to try and get help cuz i dont need
the panics wasnt me it would be her callin 9-1-1's emergency
gh05t played the doctor not knowin what was right doin
i did what most ER would do thinkin back to pre surgery.