Trashy Poetry [Completed]

Siege #6: Cutting Myself

My wrist is paying up
prices that ask me now
Blood crying all over the top,
On bathroom water washing
evidence away.

Short peace period
i've when carve in air
nothing but pure pleasure,
hidden habits i stood
sweet regret on my foots
nobody know but him
He gets me.

War against myself
which i don't wanna fight
You can keep away
Your opinion is coming out
My head sways.

If I'm here talking to you
It's no cuz i need your attention
But understanding, you see
Fuel for my spirit, so i go on;
My endless battle which
I fought alone till now
GIVE ME PEACE
Lines imprisoned me
I'm a corpse with no soul.

Where ever i go
Sins go after me and put
More pressure on my mind.
I'm terrified every night
Till the point i can't sleep slowly.
Dealing with a lot,
Ghost here and from
My broken childhood.

Blade is resting in the same
Curse spot, always
Calling me, luring me.
There's no troubles to get it
and make the sky rain
Draining my life out of my
Pure metallic red.

Nobody's here now,
he lied, she hide.
Fathet just playing games
and can't forget my skin,
Time to give up.

I need this, but this...
This will kill me.
Trading a few moments of cal,
For a ocean of solitude.

Firestrom.