Yearning For Death

Yearning For Cuts
That Leave a Colorful Scar
I'm Not Sure Who I'am
But These Cuts Says They Are

These Aches And Pains
Must Be Well Suited
These Are My Cries
When My Screaming Voice Is Muted

Raining Down My Face
Yet Quietly In Its World
You Might Ask
Whats Happened To This Perfect Girl

Behind The Clothes
And The Deceitful Glamor
To That I Only Have
One Honest Answer

If Perfection Was Perfect
Why Can Perfect Always Be Better?
And If My Parents Ask Why I Cut
Just Tell Them Its You That Let Her

(This Poem Is For Parents To Wake Up And Face The Music ... S-i Teens Need To Be Seen About)