S.O.U.L.S.T.O.R.M

poetry

    Tell me the point of all this
Give me the point
The point of a blade
Skimming across my skin
Drawing the blood that my eyes feast upon
I don't see a reason for this bullshit
This life
This scripted role that's doomed to end in tragedy
There's no happy ending
So why the fuck do we bother
Miserable, sobbing
Clawing at each others' throats
Some days I want to end it all
Give me something that will let me
Hold on one more day
Before I take this fucking blade
And carve up my neck and wrists and face
Until I am bleeding a sweet death
Why does that look so attractive to me?
What the hell is wrong?