She stares at her tear stained reflection
Searching and longing to see that perfection...
You stupid girl
what did you assume...
Wrapping its arms around you
Comforting you, influencing everything you do...
As i watch my crimson tears fall to the floor
from the slits on my arm...
She must really hate me
its true now i can see...
* I wrote this poem on my birthday (march 25th)*
This day has been filled with birthday wishes...
When you saw me crying what did you think?
"oh god theres another girl whose teetering...
No one sees
the pain i hide...
As i cut i feel no pain
the world around me starts to fade...
Mom is crying,
And even now the blade is lying...
Life is like writting with a pencil
It takes time to learn how to control it...
I'd rather feel nothing
then what I feel now...