This poem is about my niece, and I've already...
my baby, my angel...

This letter is to anyone.. or no one.. i don't...
i should probably be back in the hospital right...

I tried
I couldn't make it deep enough...

Too busy wanting, I forget what I need
Too busy cutting, I’ve forgotten to bleed...

With a glimmer of hope
i take this blade...

As they walk down the beach, on a warm summer's...
not a word comes from her mouth...

Burning flesh, searing pain
i want to do it all again...

**this poem is dedicated to Carrie Tetley**
**Care, if you're reading this, give me a call or...

"fear, pain, abuse, betrayal..
it's the case of a little girl, whose innocence...

My laughter, for this blood you'll trade
so kill me, stab me, with a blade...

** this poem is about a personal experience.. it...
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Will i ever be good enough?
will i ever do it right...