Tears Poem by Kris Mercer

Room dark, knife set, arm out, trying to forget the first time we met. My tears bleed out with ease. Laughing o so slightly, its a disease. Cover up, hide all day, Hoping people won’t call this gay. Its me and my way. Razors, switch blades, shanks, there all the same. Some clean, some stained. This is my favorite game. That slight fainting feeling i crave urges me more. I don’t this my body can take this anymore. Slowly I still proceed. Soon I start the bleed. Pleading for mercy, Now its starting to hurt me. I never felt this before. I can feel the pulsing, Heart beating harder and harder. Sweat tickles down. I fall down. I never thought I would die this way. I'm so weak I can’t cry. So I let the blood cry for me. While this world will soon forget me.