The cut that always bleeds
Wish I died
I thought I was happy
But it was a lie, all my life , I took the blame because I wanted to be loved and cherished
I cry silently, with the heartache, nothing feels right , I was the bad one, the guilty one
I tried to love my self but I can't because the dark hold of self hate has consumed me
I don't love my self anymore and I can never get someone to love me
The cut that always bleeds, I slit my wrists, hoping I can bleed out the pain , but the cut cannot heal anyways ....