Till I Bleed No More

by Tina   Jul 31, 2006


As the time progresses on,
I grew colder, and have more hate towards the world.
The only thing that I have left is myself.
I can't depend on others cause they always let me down.
I look at my arms,
the cuts remind me how much I hate to be alive.
I never asked to be apart of this world.
Doesn't any one understand how much I hate the world?
How much I want to die?
I take the one thing I love and cut till I bleed no more.

This poem is about how much I hate being alive.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Erica Chambers

    I know how you feel about cutting and hating the world this is hypicrital but you should try your hardest to find the good in things because to one person you maybe the world ~ericamayb~

  • 17 years ago

    by eternalxxpromise

    Wow poem tht i can actually relate to.
    i give it a 55
    -steph

  • 17 years ago

    by ToTormentedToEvenCare

    I can relate
    especially about the cut thing
    =) or =(

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