look at my tears,
rolling down my face,
so many fears,
i carnt keep up this pace.
im slowly cutting out,
my mind is a blur,
some nights i just count...
1,2,3...4
knocking at the door
5,6,7...8
i already know my fate
9,10,11...12...
the rhyme has gone,
no light exists,
just take a look at my wrists!
tigzy tigger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/im-counting-im-cutting-which-is-which/
