When i cut. i cut deep. i cut for
the pain. for the near death
experience. i cut to feel
something. to feel for the people
that left me broken

I cant feel these tears
i cant feel my pain
ive driven my body
number and number
with every slice of my blade

Ive done all i can
but theres nothing more
so please leave me
while i cry on this floor

You beat her black and blue
she begs for mercy but never leaves
just because she's in love with you

their eyes are stripping me
stripping me of my inncocence.
taking away everything
everything ive always been.
they silently watch me
watch me cry.
they silently kill me
kill me over and over.

Fuk life
fuk love
fuk you

She's perfect
from her smile to her kiss
from her tears to the scars
on her perfect little wrists...

Theres nothing left of me to break
so leave me crying on the floor
im ashamed im alone
and reach for my blade once more..

I hate saying im alright
when im dying inside..

I know yu guys hate these but please r&r my newest poems

my suicide
&
you need to know

much apreciated