hiya! youll probably hate all my poems, theyre all really rubbish-just like me! i want to remember my poems, so im putting them on here, i have some trouble wiv SI and eating...but im trying to get better now...things still hurt but im actually trying to move on now....n its all thanks to one person who helped me find living fun again....he changed my life. |
Caught between,
the past and future me...
When I first cut,
I remember I was scared...
My eyes are always
drawn to your face...
My eyes are always
drawn to your face...
Nothing could fill,
this emptiness inside...
I sit here wondering,
why i didn't know...
Wishing I could run away,
leave this sorry mess...
When I first cut,
I remember I was scared...
You took something, |
Take a razor, |
Trapped- |