Madds

The After

I want to cut it out,

Let it all free,

Come back to my body,

Come back to me.

I am the side effect

Of sadness;

And embrace of pure,

Sweet darkness.

My wrist is my canvas,

My blade is my pen;

Let me go,

For I cannot mend.

The tears don\'t fall,

Unlike my face.

I starve myself to death,

Hoping I find my last breath.

Rehab worked

I tried so hard:

I cried a river,

Screamed in pain,

I bled out my fucking brain.

I want that sweet

Release again,

Blade against

Skin.

The only thing is,

If I go too deep,

Can I come back?