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by SammiBABY Feb 20, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I’d like to cook some dinner, some soup or a stir-fry, But when I cut the vegetables, that knife might help me die. My legs kind of need a shave, They’re causing me some strife, But I’m scared the razor will skim my wrist and end this stupid life. I need to make this collage It’s homework I have to do, But I’m scared that when I cut the pictures I’ll cut my skin up too. My nails are quite uneven, They could do with a nice clip, But what if I slit my throat instead? It’s possible to slip. I don’t want to hurt myself, Or cut my throat or arm. It’s kinda sad I have to avoid sharpness, To avoid committing harm.
by Lithium
i really liek this poem i feel ur pain,