Cuts on my wrist. you dont care

by kristen   Oct 19, 2005


You see me this morning
and think to yourself why theres scars on my wrist
i want to tell you what happened
but you dont insist

instead you just keep walking
and act like theres nothing wrong
im begging to tell you
exept im not that strong

last night was just too much pain
and there was no one i could talk to
so i took out my knife
and a couple cuts "grew"

but the thing is
you don't care
and im alone n empty
begging for some air

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  • 18 years ago

    by Forsaken Redeemer

    Gr8 poem as always

    good work, keep goin

    xXx

  • 18 years ago

    by Tess

    After my self inflicted harm behaviour, I understand entirely where you are coming from! Thanks for a moving poem and goodluck for the future! xoxo

  • 18 years ago

    by simplysoso

    This is a great poem, I know exactly what its like to want to tell someone so much about cutting here and not being able to.. I go through it everyday of my life, i wish i could tell me parents what i do when the pain gets too much.. Great poem..

  • 18 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    Wow gr8 poem...so sad..but i luv sad poems. hopefully u dun cut..its a bad habit 2 get into! well 5/5! can u mayb chek out my stuff?
    ~*Who Cares?*~

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