My Life

I carry these books
Holding my life
Inside them are all the times
I cut myself with a knife

Written on the paper
Words of sorrow
And many times when I thought
There wouldn’t be a tomorrow

Hours spent writing
Confessing my sins
The dreams of death
Written over and over again

Poetry is my passion
It helps me deal
This paper relieves me
From what I feel

I express everything I experience
It’s all printed on paper
I just pray that my problems
Will soon turn to vapor

Books and envelopes
Filled with my past
Relationships and loves
That never last

Letters of suicide
Tears from abuse
Blood tasted
Drugs used

Words of love
That I can’t forget
Scars that remind
Happiness doesn’t fit

Etched in my skin is
“I’m dying without you”
“F-ck this life”, “NO”, and a heart
Believe me…it’s true

A book of my own blood shed
Poems written in red
An exchange of words
That shouldn’t have been said

Based on truth
Songs of pain
Bulimia, anorexia
Fat I won’t gain

Memories that haunt
Bruises that won’t disappear
Flash backs of childhood horrors
That every kid fears

Names from people who judge
Pieces of my heart
Break ups and make ups
That tore me apart

Screams from the inside
All is contained
But out of all the words
The pain can’t be explained

(This is resubmitted)