Band-Aids cannot cover the wounds that are ever so slowly taking over my life,
threatening it to extinction.
Smiling can only mask so much,
when you dream of it's sharp perfection.
Digging into your skin,
devouring your veins.
Until one last cut ends it all.
I like the ultimatum at the end. Very good write. If these feelings are truly yours, well either way, I know how it feels. If been there. You ever need someone to talk to, I'll be here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aww my cute little cuddely emo kid