Mild cut

by kaysha   May 28, 2004


A mild cut
a heavy pain.

I take the knife
and soon comes red rain.

I hate the refection
as i look in the mirror

I see a stupid person
who has all the bit of fear.

I treamble and shake
shed a bunch of tears.

breathing soon comes hard
and im hoping death is near.

My meaning of being
is worthless without the wanting of living

My dissapointment to the world
calls for never forgiving.

F*** the world! This is finally the end hopefully my life is soon bare.
Noone understands how i just dont care.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Kaysha

    IS THAT YOUR REAL NAME

  • 20 years ago

    by Kay

    Hey! wow this poem touches base with some of my feelings. if you read some of my other poems, youll know what i mean. im a cutter and let me tell you this isnt the way out. no matter how much you hate life or how much you wanna die dont try and kill yourself. thers always something worth living for and someone that would truely (sp) be hurt by your leaving. i liked it. keep writing, and if you ever start feeling that way again email me or something. rebelgirl1219@yahoo.com love ya!
    ~Kay~

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