The knife in my pen,
As i write through my skin,
I express how i feel,
This cant be real,
I have eatten my last meal,
Am ready for what is next,
My life is written,
Thoughtout my body,
The slashes and scars,
Bruises and scabs,
Wondering why,
I have never been,
In and out of rehabs,
I hate that feeling in my gut,
When i get it,
It makes me want to cut,
Slit by slit,
Making me feel better,
Forgetting about all my troubles,
Nothing will get better,
me three.....
got some poems on the same subject if your interested
x claidun x
Been there.. Im STILL there actually.
I know how you feel
Me too ...