My name is Reva. When I was about 8 or 9 my older step-brother justin molested me. He did this for over 2 1/2 years until I moved out at the age of 11. Iwas so disgusted with myself that when I turned 12, I started cutting. I didn't know what else to do and my mom didn't believe me. I've tried commiting suicide 5 times now but they were all failures. Right now I'm trying to get my life back on track so I'm using poetry as my outlet when I'm trying to control my cutting urges. I think that not all men can be trusted so I'm a bisexual who just told her parents and is dealing with them right now. Sooo..... If you have any advice for me, please feel free to write me. |
I have the razor in my hand
and I'm looking at my scars...
What do you see
when you look at me...
I stop and watch
the imposter walking with me...
Hugs all the time
A kiss now and then...
When you were sad
I made you happy...
When you were sad
I made you happy...
Hugs all the time
A kiss now and then...
I stop and watch
the imposter walking with me...
What do you see
when you look at me...
I have the razor in my hand
and I'm looking at my scars...
Why bother with life when all it does is hurt you? |
The razor is my savior.. I need no one else. |