Feelings

When the razor pierces me skin
And the blood comes flowing out
It is my way of releasing anger
It is my king of shout

It is the only way I can control
The pain that I have to feel
Other times I feel like Im completely numb
I cut to see if Im real

Sometimes I dont understand my feelings
The way I fele inside
The cuts I have caused make me ashamed
And shames a thing I hide

I hate to see people upset
I dont want them to feel pain like I do
And I hate myself for telling my friend I cut
Because that night she tried it too

I try to put on a smile
A genuine not a fake
But to achieve such a huge effort
A stronger person it would take

It really sucks to be so emotional
To have feelings of self hate
To finally understand suicide
And to these people I can relate

So I sit here writing this poem
Because my counsellor said writing is healing
Writing this meaningless poem
All about my feelings

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