First Night

by w!th0utyou   Dec 14, 2006


The first night i cut
i got a razor blade
i waited for my sister to fall asleep
and when she did i got the razor blade out
i started to cut to realease my pain
It didn't hurt not one bit,
the scars are still there
but not very visible
cutting was the only way i knew that i was alive
i thought what he did was all my fault
i thought that this is what life was
but i was wrong
he hurt me and ruined my life
he made me cut and think about suicide
He took away who i was
and made me the person i am now

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