This Guy That I Know,
He Says His name Is Jesus Christ...
Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...
Cutting is the only pain I can control,
When I cut, it feels like all my problems leave...
Once the girl saw her reflection All she could see...
*By:Jennifer L. Hamel...
I have no need to hurt myself
you think you know me...
How strong are you now
That I have cut you down...
My train of thought has just derailed
Into my heart something impaled...
I am old
As the blackest eternity...
I walk down this street,
In a world painted black...
Slicing up her pretty skin
She just wanted to fit in...
Standing so silently, the puppet on the shelf, its...
Swaying so peacfully, the tree outside the house...
Hello Mr. Reaper.
How twas your day...