I look you in the eye....
Tell you that I'm, alright...
While hiding so many cuts...
Under layers of fabric...
When at home i pick up
After my drunk family
As they scream at me
Calling me an idiot...
Throwing me against
The wall an hitting me
When i make it you to
The safety of my room...
I break down while i
Examen the wounds they
Gave me that day...
I'd pick up a knife...
Take it to my arm...
Make a cut across it...
An watch as it bleeds...
I've become addicted...
I need to cut....
I've grown a tolerance...
I need to cut...
You could see the pain
Inside my eyes...
You begged me to let
You help me threw what
Ever i was going threw...
I yelled at you
"How can you help
Me out when you
Have no clue what
It feels like to
Live a life of
Insignificance...
How can you help
Me if you live
a sheltered life?
How can you help
me if my life
Terrifies you,
Makes you wonder
How anyone could
Live in such a
Horrific environment
How can you help
Me if I've already
Gone over the edge...?
For the first time
I broke down crying
In front of everyone...
You pulled me close...
Said everything will
Work out in the end...
That you will make
Everything alright again...
I whispered in your ear
"It's to late for me...
I've become addicted...
I've grown a tolerance...
I need to cut deeper
Every single time...
They bleed for hours...
An the next time
Could be the last...
You whispered back to me
That you wouldn't give
Up on me that easily
That you will do
What ever it takes
To make me better...
To make my life
Some form of a
Normal life for a
Teenage girl to have...?
An if it weren't
For you being so
Determined in me
I would be dead
Right now... not
Writing this sad
Little poem about
My horrible past...
