3Knives, blades, sharp edges: whatever.
Cut, slice, poke, and dive: however.
Stomachs, wrists, thighs, and arms: wherever.
Blood, tears, sweat: all together.
Anger, hatred, fear, and disdain: packed with emotions.
Panadol, painkillers, aspirin: drugs.
Vomit, puke, and froth: an ugly sight.
Bloodshot eyes, pulsating veins, shiver.
Cold sweat, pale and clammy skin.
Dark room, four walls and a ray of light.
Insomnia, sleeping pills: overdoses.
Eager flesh, penknife: self-mutilation.
Hidden in one corner,
Such activities await the curious,
Fated never to regret what was done.
A/N: Okay. This was a lame attempt at an angsty poem. I was really pissed with my teacher and I needed to let out some steam. Some parts are a tad metaphorical. Read & Review! Thanks!