What is it like me from the outside ?
have i changed has the real me died...
When I get up,
I hit the ground...
Up, Down, Everywhere
Always Gone, Always Near...
Lost in this world,
With one way out...
Holding you near, so close to my heart
Thinking of the moment that I chose to part...
Would you care if i slit my wrists today?
Would it matter, if i wasn't there...
How can it be that I'm so confused
as a kid was I punished or abused...
I'm a cutter,
thats what the doctors say...
Every day a dream,
No...
Scars and cries
follow all your lies...
I sit here thinking
ill be forgotten when i die...
*This poem sucks... at least I think so*
Loneliness has the power to bring me down...