The cutting of my wrists,
the blood dripping down on my jeans,
i look outside, it's just mist,
it's only morning,
and i have already started on myself,
i can't understand how much anger i keep inside,
my friends are great, my family is awsome,
it's the kids at school, teasing me, and hurting me,
my boyfriend grabbed my arm and forced me onto the couch,
ouch!!! i scream,
he doesn't seem to let go,
he takes all his anger out on me,
just as i take it out on myself.
