*Mike helped me with this one alot... Thanks Mike...
Disappointment in me, low self-esteem...

My pen to my paper, is like a blade to my skin,
It helps me release what I feel within...

Who turned out the light?
I feel so alone...

I come home each day,
To your gleaming smile...

I never wanted all this pain,
Or the scars across my veins...

Is life really worth living?
Is it worth the pain...

Poetry is my release,
It helps me through the day...

You will never know,
The pain behind these eyes...

I’m such a disappointment; I’m such...
I’m such a failure, such a waste of space...

I have this knife tight in my grip,
Tickling my skin with the cold, sharp tip...

I added 10 more cuts to my collection today,
Leaving me almost hypnotized, with nothing to say...

In my hand I have a knife….
And with it I could end my life...