Drip Drip Drip Poem by Nom Nom Nom

Days like these you start to relize your days are wasting away
days like these you wish the pain would stay
if it's gone, how would you know you're alive?
what would push me to still survive?
cutting, putting force on the blade
watching what you've made

Drip, drip, drip
blood pours out, making you strip
no sleeves until you're done
hide, if anyone finds out, you'll end up in a mental prision
and we all know you need that, but you won't go
and when your friends suggest it, you whisper no
'nothings wrong with cutting' you say
but those words don't make the pain stay
'I'm fine really' you lie
but they don't know you stay up all night and cry
'look at my wrist, they're clean'
do they know your 'cutting routine'

Wake up in the morning, and you're out of line
lie saying that you're going to be fine
if the numb feeling hits before nine
it's a bad day sign
if it hits before a fight
you'll do it all night

~ Nom ~