My Soul yells at me

I’m dying inside

wishing that I felt no pain

but It keeps coming

I take the pills

of pain and hate

to wish it all away

when the pills

wear off

I slit

my wrist

she cuts and bleeds to fell the pain

she cuts and bleeds, it leaves a stain

she cuts and bleeds everyday

she cuts and bleeds because she cannot say

say what she needs, what she wants

if she does it will cost

And how are we supposed to get out of this,

after our hope has been washed out and dried,

and the fevers stay burning our foreheads and skulls,

not even cooled by the tears that we’ve cried.

through the blistering cold she falls to her feet

to land in the warmth of your touch

her glass slippers give way to the dancing

but the scent of your voice is too much

the chandeliers hang from the ceiling

the cocktails overflowing with pride