My Addiction

I sit on the floor
Pondering the thought
And only me and Pebbles know
The way me and mom fought

I see my pocket knife
I'm tempted so much
Just to use it
To feel it's touch

To see the dark crimson line
That appears when I use it
I have a bad feeling
I'm about to lose it

I'm slowly drifting away
losing my mind
And I don't know
How to get out of this bind

I don't know who
Who to ask
To help me today
To take on this task

Still staring at the knife
Thinking about its use
I don't know if Pebbles can take anymore
Of this kind of abuse

I know she'll flip out
And certainly ask why
I'll only be able to tell her
I don't think I can fly

I don't know if I can take it
All this pain inside
I need to do something
Try to take it out with the knife

Pebbles I need you
Please I need your help
I'm about to lose it

I'm screaming inside
Bleeding inside
Need someone to talk to
Or I might die

Please comment people, I want to know what you think.
Luv always
~Hamster~

however much i dont like u right now, i have to say that ur poem is rly good.

I'm sorry that you don't like me. I really did not mean to offend you in any way on your post. I was just trying to help you. I'm very sorry and I when I posted those comments I was in a really bad mood. Sorry!
Luv always!
~Hamster~

This is really really good hunny, If you ever want to talk...I'm around!! Hold strong m'love.
Love you
Sammy