Lost

by nikki   Jul 7, 2004


Every day
is just another day
and every night
is just another chance to cry
the amount of pain i feel
is the number of slits on my arms
multiplied by a million
why is this so hard
as my parents scream
i hide in my room
cutting again
converting the pain
into something i can explain
making emotional pain
into physical pain
i only want to die
go to sleep
never to wake
i only want to hide
from those people they call family
every time i cut
I'm making it real
every time i cry
I'm trying to make you see
that every time you hurt her
your also hurting me

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  • 19 years ago

    by jess

    hey babe im so proud of u and ure poems and they way u write.....another AWESOME poem love babe WE RIDE TOGETHER WE DIE TOGETHER BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE luv jessycar