I made a promise to you,
that i wouldn't cut myself today
You said to me.
"Those knives are not for play"
I tried the best i could,
i tried really hard
but i cant keep the sharp objects away
its like they are my guard
I wish i kept the promise
but i just couldn't take the pain
Cutting myself is relieving it,
It helps it not gain
what i don't get,
is that it relieves what i feel
but you dont want me to cut
you want me to deal
deal with the pain,
thats on the inside
i guess since you can't see it,
you must be blind.
Because you would rather for me to hurt,
on the inside then the out
but i want the other
there is no slightest doubt
There is more to life,
then to just hurt and cry,
I want you to know i love you and truely am sorry
But i just need to die
-dedicated to everyone i have lied to about cutting and/or cutted when i told them i wasn't.
-and also thanks to those people who has helped me or has tried to,
my mom,sister,aunt,cousin,pappaw,kristen,abby,madison,zach p.,kyle,austin,jeff,and most of all zack M. and lia
-i know this poem sux but plz vote and/or comment,,thnx
