Ill Think Of A Name Later Poem by miranda elizabeth

as tears pour down my face
scars spiderweb my wrists
bubbling over with blood
taking over like fine lace
knife pushed in a little deeper
taking away all the pain
with just a little push
watching blood flow
driving me insane
behind the bathroom door
no one sees this way out
that i take late at night
opening doors to my life
making me wanna shout
why cant any one see?
what i do to myself?
why cant they stop me?
in the darkness voices ring
hidden, shadow, night stealth
your voice rings loud and clear
calling out to me
pulling me back to reality
dragging me back from black voids
to make me see
its not all love, lose, and pain..../3