Cutting Equals Death

by Emma Pitonyak   Feb 26, 2005


I see people looking at me
I just start to think
Are they looking at the scars
Right there on my arm
I decide to hide in shame
I am no longer tame
Theres no way i can control myself
Now theres a knife in my hand
As it goes deep into my skin
I feel so much relieved
As the blood drops to the floor
I laugh and just want more
So theres goes another cut
Now that i realized what i have done
I'm trying to calm down
But i just break down
Not knowing what to do
I took the knife across my throat
All because i hate myself

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