Smile

by Carolina g   Aug 16, 2006


(This poem has nothing to do with smiling, but I couldnt think of another title...it's what I do after I cut.)

Im so confused and stressed,
I don't know what to do,
so I grab the closest blade,
and let it cut right through.

My arms are full of scars,
my ankles just the same,
my life and its problems,
they're the ones to blame.

From the first look that youd get,
I'm sure that you'd agree,
"Shes not the type of person,
that would cut just to bleed".

Sure I may look normal,
but thats just from the outside,
inside my mind is turning,
with thoughts of suicide.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jax x lyn

    Loved it! Congrats! Amazing poem! Keep writing, and I'll keep reading, no doubts about that! Great job.
    [*:.heart.broken.:~] xoxo

  • 17 years ago

    by Jackielynn

    Wow this is really good i can relate to what ur saying in the poem... i love ur poem

  • 17 years ago

    by LipstickLullabies

    Wow thats amazing. You're talented girl. Never give up x

  • 17 years ago

    by SilenceBreaksTheHeart

    That was really good...I loved it. I have never cut but I seriously concider it sometimes but I would still have the same sorrow when I wake up but with a scar to hide. It really won't help, no matter what we think...I know it seems easier to focus on physical pain but I really hope you stop. But this was a sadly beautiful poem...very well written...I really loved it. Goodluck.
    5.5
    Breanna

  • 17 years ago

    by skye

    This is a good poem keeo up the good work :)

    Sarah

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