I guess I was wrong

I cut to take the pain away,
I cry for the memories to fade,
I think of doing it,
I write the poems,
I make the plan,

I feel the rush through my vains,
My hands,
My feet,
My body is nume,
I can't feel my body anymore,
I feel free away from everything,
My worries,
My fears and,
My Tears

I'm floating up and up to the place where I'm suppose to be,
I look down on them,
I cry because there cring to,
I always thought no one cared,
..But I guess I was wrong.

By.Jessica LaPointe