Just a Poem
It burns, Then it gets easier. Cutting down my arms. The knife slides slowly over my skin. Making wounds, Leaving scars. Marking my body with evidences, For my weakness.
The blood runs down, Over my arms, My hands, My Fingers. The drops reach the ground, Dying the white into a shining red.
Stars begin to shine in front of my eyes, They arn't real. Not anymore, Just in my head. My body is getting cold, Like the season around me. The stars I've seen before shine brighter. The light gets brighter, As my body falls into the snow.
I'm drowning in a sea of stars, In an ocean of my feelings. It's over. The darkness, Coldness got me. Keeping my heart full of love for winter As every feeling is leaving me.









