Slowly I drag the knife across my arm.
The blood begins to spill out.
I think about every reason I'm doing this.
I think of him,
and how he doesn't like me.
I think of them,
oh how I wish they wouldn't fight.
I don't understand how life got this bad.
What did I do to deserve this?
I once thought that God wouldn't give
me anything I can't handle...
But now all this has happened.
Does he not want me happy?
No longer do tears fall from my face,
for my eyes are all cried out.
No longer do I wish to live,
for my life has no meaning.
The blood is now flowing freely.
I feel nothing,
for I've experienced the greatest pain,
and nothing could ever feel worse.
I wish my life was different.
I wish I was happy.
But I know it's useless to dream,
because things never change.
I watch as the blood stains my jeans.
I feel pain...but only on the inside.
It's almost as though I'm cutting my heart.
I know it's wrong.
But I cut,
to make sure I'm still alive.
I get up and wipe my arm.
I put on a sweatshirt to cover up what I've done.
Because these are silent drops of blood.
No one will ever know,
Cause if they knew what they've put me through,
They would never be able to look me in the
eyes...again.
