Rid Me

cutting on this very wrist

lines in order

making my list

each cut is its own

every droplet of blood

has it very reason

make me frustrated, ill get mad

get me mad, and ill be pissed

if its true ill be sd

wehn im sad ill just give up

get in my way ill fuck you up

running to my rusty blade

blind folded i could find my vein

deeper and deeper with each and every line

life doesnt matter

trying to slice the spot

that will rid me of my thoughts

somedays living seems so fake

others it seems so real

i dont want to live, fate will never end

this pain i have is unbearable

stuck inside my head

these thoughts of suicide and dread

my mistakes have sins

my sins are gashes on my wirst

all i need is something

to rid me of this