Crawl

Cutting through your smile.

A knife slicing through the light.

Creeping into your senses.

Crawling up through your eyes.

Drowning you in pools

of darker blood and tears

than you've ever cried before.

Drenching you in fear

that you cannot shake away;

like you've never been so unsure.

It makes you want to cry,

like the pain that you feel

when you're too numb to feel at all.

It makes you feel so low,

then with each low comes a shove

that makes you crash and fall.

It's too hard to explain,

when panick brushes over you.

Taking over your brain.

It's a curse that never lets go of you.

Cut me with your knives,

drench me in your blood,

I don't really care.

Creep over me and cry,

because I've suffered so much

that it isn't really there.

It makes you want to cry,

like the pain that you feel

when you're too numb to feel at all.

It makes you want to sigh,

and cover up your ears

just so you can finally crawl

away.