When cuts turn to scars

by Leah   Jun 8, 2005


I look down at my arm just
thinking about how no one could notice about how much i was suffering
my boyfriend even know and he always started stuff with me and he thought it was funny
well now my dad had left me
and I'm all alone
and i hate my mother
and i can not stand my sister
i have nothing left to do but die
i plan it out so no one will be home
and i know where the razors are hidden
i will grab one and go up to my room
ill lay on my bed cut until i cant bleed anymore
and just die right there
so the person that finds me will find my note
it reads" dear my so called family, i just could not take it anymore and i did not know what to do, so i ended up starting a habit 3 years ago and you have not noticed. Well i finally did it I'm dead now! so you people can be happy, and to my boyfriend I'm sorry you were th only good thing in my life and i was dragging you down with my misery so i have set myself free and now you are also free. I love you so much!

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