Cut my wrists , slash them open
the medicine for my heart thats broken
All the lies, and all the pain
each tell a story for all the blood drops of stains
My, Life the good and bad
Of all the things I never had
All my wounds and scars
Took me to a place afar
A place where you were never there
A place where everything was fair
Some call it Hell, but I call it home
their is everyone that you and I have known
I've always felt hated
Always degraded
Never the special one
Never appreciated and always provoked
All the fights I've had
were never there
All of this is fake
and the sad things is that no one is aware
Cutting is not bad, its just not good
But you always do it even though you never should
It's just part of who I am
It's not like I want this, this was never my plan
I had dreams once too
Just like you
But they were different you see
It didn't want to be a doctor, or a teacher
never an astronaut or a preacher
My dream was to live my life right
But now my dreams seem impossible, their out of sight
It's nothing i can grasp
Its something from the past
All I'll say is i love you and good bye
And if your going to hell, I'll see you in another life
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well i wrote this poem at the spur of the moment i didn't think i just wrote what i was feeling at the moment. I didn't think it through so sorry if its not good plz comment and vote
