A way out

by Jennifer   Jun 12, 2005


Sick of it all I want out
sick of it all whats that about,
I cut my skin and i feel great
then he asks me if i ate,
i think to myself is this my fate
no one knows me and no one cares
i say screw it all as everyone stares, blood drips from my wrists
as i watch and clench my fists

( where it says screw is supposed to be a diff word i'll give you a hint... it has 4 letters)
*comment and rate if you'd like ... it would mean alot to me

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  • 20 years ago

    by lindzy

    wow thats an amazing poem, short but awsome good job!
    ~*lindz*~

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