All Of My Poems/Songs

Relief

So heartless, so cruel,
All that anger, what's the fuel?
Jagged edges, glass that is broken.
But what, why or tore her open?

Empty bottles on the floor,
In her mind, they're slamming doors.
1 cut, 2 cut just because she's hurt,
3, 4 maybe more, just to date her ache.

A small river of blood is dripping,
Onto the floor it's quickly seeping,
Blades down, she's lost her fight,
Smile up, "Everything will be alright."