by Smiles-All-Around May 20, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
There are ever lasting scares across my wrists.There are fading hand marks across my face.The sweet Smell of blood filling the room, I hear screaming. i cant stand this and he appears, all of the sudden in on the ground and i lay there sore fully,A tear falls down my hot face and it burns. I'm bleeding I'm bruised. what did i do?The scares are never going to heal as long as i live with him,i thought he loved me, he beat me until i couldn't breath i bagged for Mersey and plead.one day I'm going to cut deeper with the knife. i cant blame him theres obviously something wrong with me, but i Don't make him beat me until i bleed,one more bruise was to many for me, i killed myself after i counted to 3... |
Thanks guys. |
No i dont cut, |
by BrokenBrit
Wow thats touching, I wish there wasn't so much troule in this world where people wouldn't have to cut. It's sad.I love this poem. it says it all! I'm just wondering do u cut? |
Wow. Beautifully written. 5/5 |
Good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 |