i stare 'cross the sink
to the pathetic boy
i wish he'd dissapear with a blink
so strong, the urge to destroy
blood drips into the bowl
his heart pounds for every drop
he just wanted to feel control
now the red won't stop
he drags the blade and winces
the pain is such a rush
once he's done he rinses
there must be no sign of the gush
grab some tape and tissue
wrap it 'round and 'round
is this really you?
lost but never found
sink to the floor
head in his hands
one thought echoes in his core
why does it feel like no one understands?
