Why not me, what have I done?
All this waiting is not fun...
As I'm looking deeper in
I'm reaching farther in the bag...
Blood trickles down my wrist,
And drips off my fingers...
I want to cut so bad,
make lines in my skin...
Mom, Dad
I can not be the perfect child...
A Letter To God
I write this letter...
You think you know me
But you have no idea...
Frustration, it’s over powering my mind
Making me constantly want to cry...
Do you know that behind her clothes
she hides away her deep scars...
Six years of depression seems like forever,
I just starting cutting,will I stop,I say never...
A secret that I hide from all the world to see
An unspoken vow that lives inside of me...
It's hard to talk about something i kept deep...