Shakeeb-A

One cut on the finger, Hurts more with blade than paper One cut on the palm, A longer one but deeper One cut on the wrist, a gush of sudden blood One cut on the arm, and now there's a red flood I want to drown in all the blood. Now I stand up, dripping all over the floor Must reach the bathroom, to see the reflection on the mirror Now here I am, I recognize true myself now This last year I was so happy, I deceived myself somehow The face I saw back then I couldn’t believe it was me Maybe the thought of things to come made me happy It wasn’t as much my deepest darkest fear came true Me myself was the manifestation of th