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by Jesslynn Mar 13, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
When I look at my arms, I remember how it felt To have my heart shattered and my hopes start to melt Every cut was for someone who hurt me I wanted to show them, wanted them to see I wanted them to be hurt because of what I did But then I thought to myself, "I'm still just a kid" My mind couldn't understand the pain inside Every time I was disappointed that I hadn't died Crying didn't take the pain away so I wanted something more The first time it was terrifying to watch the blood pour The second I was consumed in making it all go away I didn't feel the cuts until the very next day I continued to cut away all that I didn't wanna feel Because I didn't think it was that big of a deal I wasn't doing it to die, I only did it to replace I didn't wanna focus on the inside, so I tried to erase My friends started to worry, when I shut them out If I was ever going to be OK, they were starting to doubt My mom stepped in, like she always had I am getting better now and for her I am glad