Reaching for the scissors i forget things and shut my eyes,
trying my hardest to not start to cry.
dragging the blade along my wrist a feeling of relief covers me,
why do i feel i need to do this, because I'm filled with negativity.
crying hysterically alone in my room,
wanting an answer, away from all this gloom.
why do i always feel so low why me?
if i had the choice a different person i would be.
someone who can talk when she needs to,
someone who smiles instead of feeling so blue..
a lost Little girl trapped inside,
never smiles but always cries.
for many reasons but reasons unknown,
just leave me in peace leave me alone.......
