This isn't really a poem but i just felt like...
Who do you turn to when your hero's fail...

There is a great deal of depression that has...
It floods deep within, into every inch that makes...

Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter,
Yet you fail to notice...

Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows...

I have scars
up and down my arm...

Four o'clock in the morning
Afraid to open my eyes...

She held the knife so close to her heart.
Like a foolish child she sat and cried...

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me...

I have given up on life.
I want nothing to do with family and friends...

The life of a cutter
no one can explain...

I have slit wrists and they'll be more
i see death and i open the door...

I have slit wrists and they'll be more
i see death and i open the door...