• The Broken Promise

    I know how many times you told me,

    you begged and pleaded

    you never wanted to see me hurt myself again

    I'm sorry, I should have known better

    The blade is my addiction,

    and its the only thing that keeps the voices at bay.

    I promised I would never slice my skin again,

    to never smile as I watched the blood pool at my finger tips,

    to never hide my scars with my sleeves.

    Now, I had broken that promise,

    Because the voices were screaming

    and I couldn't take it.

    I took my blade,

    and sliced though my skin,

    closing my eyes,

    as I felt the pleasure surge though me.

    I lay now, tears in my eyes,

    as I stare at an old photo,

    of you and me

    Splashes of tears now cover the faces,

    and blood on the bottom covered the date,

    I'm sorry my friend,

    but I had broken my promise.