All That's Deadly

[Storm]

She used to be a child of pain.

Finding comfort when she sliced her vien.

She was addicted to the siren call of the blade.

Driven until it became all she knew.

Lost so deep in the darkness,

Not even the brightest light could shine threw.

It wasn't the blood that ran so free,

It wasn't the blade that cut so deep.

It was the need to find release.

Holding on so tight,

To afraid to let go,

She found herself craving what she wanted no one to know.

Holding onto that one little dying pleasure,

She saw herself as a rose.

Fading quickly in the evening sun,

slowly dying before the first snow.

There was beauty in her addiction.

How graceful her hands would move;

As she tried to release her hate.

Her wrists bleeding as she tried to alter her self destined fate.

They knew she was hurting;

But no one would really try,

to see past her forced laughter,

Or her fake smile.

Inside she was crying for someone to love.

She was dying from never cutting enough.

They ignored her scar covered body,

So ravsged from hate.

They scorned her hobby,

As she mastered her fate!!!

Her one deadly addiction;

Was finding comfort in a blade.

 

 

 

Hope you liked it if you didn't then o well we all have our own toughts on things

[badger98]

it was powerfull words, wonderfull

[Storm]

Thank you:)