I run into my room and lock the door I turn my music up so I have
no interruptions I go 2 my cupboard and pull out my little box I get out my blade and slowly slide it across I watch the blood cum out and my problems with it when I'm dun I sit on my bedroom floor just looking at the new scar I have made and the scars before and just sit there wishing I could have him back just 2 know he was mine would stop all this pain and make me put the blade away why? Is god so cruel why? Does he want me 2 live my life unhappy what have I dun 2 deserve this.... well I'm finished now so ill put my blade away and put on my happy face 4 yet again Another day
*please comment this is my poem i wrote b4 i cut myself and i want 2 know what u think*
