The way in <br />the manner <br />I find myself <br />emotions <br />run so wild <br />on self I think <br />like no others <br /> <br />The edge I so push back <br />pull unto me once so again <br />mood swings can happen <br />so fast <br /> <br />Pills in bottles <br />look to me so <br />sweet <br /> <br />Delight respite <br />from the pain <br />I so feel <br /> <br />Alcohol mixed with that <br />sane person may none <br />be my room <br /> <br />Is such haven <br />comfort my port <br />suffering inside <br />they abort <br /> <br />Comfort me so <br />thus this you know <br /> <br />Sharp cutting edge <br />stainless steal <br />sharpened metal <br /> <br />Has been a friend to <br />thousands throught <br />dawn age of time <br />take me not <br /> <br />Just searching <br />for Comfort <br /> <br />How Will I Know <br />I will not so start to cut <br />a better horrid world <br />will I make nor <br />forsake <br /> <br />all I have to do is go deeper <br />I can do it <br />watch I’ll fail at this as well <br />I start cutting <br />but then I wonder <br />is truly not existing <br />better than living in pain <br />no its not <br />so I stop there <br />I get up place all that can danger me in a locked box <br />I lay back down <br />fighting back tears <br />until I realize I have no reason to hold them in <br />even if anyone hears <br />they do not care <br />they never come and check <br />as to why I am crying <br />so here I lay <br />upon my bed of tissues <br />covered in tears <br />both bled and shed<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-000000-sitting-on-the-edge/
