Cuts on my wrists,
Slashes along my back,
Bruises on my arm,
But the tears in my eyes are gone,
For I have grown immune to the pain you inflict on me,
The pain you put me through isnt physical but mental,
You make me confused,
You destroy my state of mind,
You create your own in replace of mine,
You make me think the way you want me to,
You make me do the things you want me to,
All this pain,
Leaves no choice but to release anger,
To destroy myself physically,
Further destroy myself mentally,
When your not around I become happy,
I become less worried,
I become \"Free\",
Free to speak when I want,
Free to laugh,
Free to have Fun,
Free,
But when I go home,
I think of what you\'ve done to me,
I think about it so much I start to cry,
I stop the tears from rolling down my face,
I stop them because I have shed too many tears for you,
Wheeped in my pillow to many times,
Cut myself in agony,
In Anger,
Too many times have I cut myself,
Destroyed my appearance because of Anger,
All I do now is wait,
Wait for this pain to take me to a beautiful place,
Waiting for this pain to build up so high that I collapse,
Right into your arms,
Making you feel Remource,
Regret,
Making you feel some of what the pain you made me feel,
Making you want to take back all that pain,
Making you destroy yourself,
Making you live with knowing you pushed me to the limit,
Pushed me so far,
Built up the Rage inside of me,
The Anger,
Built it up until it collapsed,
All into your arms,
Thinking it would have been a good thing,
Thinking you didnt do anything wrong,
Thinking everything you did was for the best,
But now,
Theres nothing left,
Nothing but the sight of wounds on my cold,
Stiffened body,
I have one last question,
How does it feel?
