(Its a poem I created.... to show the depression I had through out my life :( ) Cuts As I see the long and sharp knife I pick it up and stare at it While I stare at it I go to the past of my bad memories The Death of my loved ones The abusing of my feelings The loneliness of my heart And the stupidity of my actions As I fill my soul with self hatred I lay the sharpness of the knife on top of my arm Digging deep in my skin With the help of the knife, I feel the burning sensation That makes tears fall from my face As the blood dripping down From my arm to the ground. Even though it stings, I deserve it. Because the drama in my life is my responsibility And I keep doing the same routine Until I had enough And when Im done, I put the bloody knife down as I cry The blood that represents my misery Escapes the scars I created I have no fear doing this harmful attempt Im no longer afraid of pain Its the only thing I want and deserve And I achieved it because of these cuts ~By Ruby the HedgeBat
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 00:25:55 +0000
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