My life

by IWroteYouAPoemOnMyWrist   Apr 20, 2005


People say i need to get help
but look at them there just as worse
there the ones causing it
I'm tired of not putting myself first

i should care for myself
not what people do or say
i hate there opinions
and how they can make me feel that way

no one should make me feel so bad
i shouldn't want to die
I'm only 13 years old
i should Be living a happy life

steffan broke my heart
people at school tease
only few do
but its still not making it very easy

people think that i have friends
but mine aren't true
they think i can take the pain
but they don't no what I'm going threw

i aways want to stab my wrist
whenever no ones around
i want to erase pain
i want my soul to be found

Ive lost a lot of things in life
my heart and my soul
my mind isn't really working
and the blade is whats in control

i don't no why i do it
mostly people i cant stand
they make me feel so sad
no one can really understand

I'm the different girl
I'm lost
and never will be found
my arms are what will cost

i use this blade everyday
its starting to get old
but it erases my pain
form everything i am told

not good sry!

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