Why is it that the things
Which run through my head,
Are about self-mutilation
being heart broken or dead??
why is it that,
all I can seem to do is cry,
make a wish on a star,
for me to die
Why is it that you can't
Save me from this,
Not with your smile
Your hug or your kiss..
Why don't you understand
That I’m in so much pain,
And the only thing that helps
Is when blood drips from my vein..
I know you don't like it
When i cut myself,
But no other way can i get relief
There is no way else..
Please believe my words
When I explain how much i love you,
But this life is just too hard
You know what i must do..
I don't mean to hurt you,
When you hear the stuff I say,
But you'll never know how I feel,
I'm here alone waiting for a better day...
A day when i won't have to suffer
A day when death won't cross my mind,
And maybe just for once
Happiness i will find..
I knew that i would miss you
For you are the one i love,
But I am no longer crying
Now that i am up above..
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This is just a little poem that me and a friend (Caitlyn) wrote. . .
