Poem By Lumvouris Webb
As the pain persists
I cut my wrist
Trading emotion for the pain
Telling myself it isn't the same
Slicing in deep
While, away the blood seeps
Tears flowing down my cheeks
I think about the scars I'll keep
Thinking of how lightly I've been marked
In this society of eternal dark
Knowing others who've been marked worse
So why am I the only one with this curse? ?
Why am I the one who's mind is clouded? ?
Why am I the one who's heart is shrouded? ?
But what am I complaining for? ?
Since I've yet to reach heavens shore
The glorious death which I've yet to prepare
This damn curse which doesn't even compare
Two things I know that run my life
Two things I know that'll change at the edge of a knife
So as I sit with this blade so close to my wrist
I wonder how long the pain'll persist
But then I slice deep into my wrist
And fall in love with pains sweet kiss