• As the days pass on,
    Just sitting in my lonely corner
    I clean my blades.
    With each one swipe of blade
    Against cloth I wonder...
    Knowing Im not loved nor
    Cared for, no one would
    Miss a single pathetic, weak,
    Vulenurable soul such as I.
    Taking the newly cleaned blade,
    Gazing upon the reflection of
    Sorrowful eyes and lays its point
    Upon my heart.
    As though time had stopped
    This blade never left
    Just letting the days pass on