I like too think of myself as a "secret emo." Someone who cuts yet noone truely knows. See, the first time I ever cut was when I was eight. I remember it clearly. It was my birthday and my mom and her roomate had just gotten into yet another fight. See I'm quite used to it but I was really hoping that for once in my life I could have a truely happy birthday. Anyway's, so I go in2 the kitchen and I spot it, a broken piece of glass, I don't exactly know what came over me but I just took it and just started cutting the back of my wrist (I wasn't very smart and thought that was where I was supposed to cut). I can still remember the relief I felt. I don't exactly remember if I did it again or not but I truely feel that day was what led to edventually doin it again and making a habbit of it. Now years later, at 15, the summer before grade 10, I have found myself addicted to it and even though I don't seem like the type that would do it, (I mean like I go to church and spend my time babysitting every Sunday) my deepest, darkest secret is that I cut and the only people that really know about it are my poems-and-quotes family because they're the only ones I can really trust and relate to. |
Sadness is an emotion in your heart,
it makes you feel like your ripping apart...
Friends forever thats what we said,
But somewhere along our friendship grew dead...
You are the sun when the day grows bright,
You are the moon in the dark blue night...
About my girlfriend
You dumped me for another...
She hears the whispered laughs,
She hears the whispered taunts...
Last night I went a bit crazy.
I cut my regular wrist...
Hey ex boyfriend I see you're in , won't admit...
Hey ex best friend, it seems you're in denial, you...
How can the people you trust the most, end up...
I've been hurt a lot, but the ones I remember are...
The first poem I've ever written that doesn't...
In her diary she writes everything she sees...
Kinda a weird poem I was really bored n class so I...
There is this girl inside my class...