When the blue sky turns to stars

by Emily   Mar 1, 2005


Another sleepless night, an X across my arm
The first cut didn’t do it, the second worked the charm

Don’t tell me to stop; it’s my way of dealing
It’s my way to get rid of the pain that I’m feeling

Watching the blood drip puts a smile on my face
Then I come to realize I’m just a waste of space

I cover my wrist; grab a piece of paper and a pen
I lie awake in bed write this poem as I try to mend

I silently scream so I don’t collect any attention
Telling my mom I’m depressed is something I forgot to mention

She thinks I’m a perfect little angel, could never cause any harm
Doesn’t know that I always wear a sweater to try and cover my arm

The cuts will soon heal and turn into faded scars
Then they’ll reappear when the blue sky turns to stars

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  • 19 years ago

    by BleedingAngel

    I'm speechless, this poem is so beautiful and sad at the same time...I LOVED it!! Thanks for you comment on my poem, it meant so much to me!!! I really wanted to leave this life behind....Thank you so much *hugs*