Thoughts

Cut it, cut it, said my head, Looking blankly at my wrists, Flowing tears at midst , Can't stop thinking getting rid. Numb, tired and exhausted, Tremendous feelings can't be blamed, Lost, fear, regret; dump me on the corner wall, Bury in pillows, tears like a river. When will it stop? Strong matches always on top, Drowning in midst of mob, Eyes closed now my head stopped.