stuck in your shawdow
wishing you were here.
life is a colorless painting
nothing to look at.
only blank parchment.
i cut to forget your memeory.
hoping the pain will go away.
you say eww your a cutter?
i cry.
because you don't understand.
i do it for you.
every breath i take is for you.
every tear i cry is because of your memory.
your a ghost to me.
when you walk by i feel numb.
your presence drives me insane.
i feel like you should love me
hug me
hold me
but you don't care.
so know as i sit on my bathroom floor,
blood surrounding my being
and as i breath my last breath
i cry tears of blood
thinking of you.
written by bleeding mascara
Carissa McBride
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thinking-of-you-52/
