A poem about a self-inflicter’s life.
I scream out for help- no one hears except me
So confused inside that sometimes I forget to breathe
Dying ever so slowly from the inside out
Sick of trying to understand what life’s really about
Some told me that eventually the pain will fade
But still the pain is showing on the end of my blade
Everyday I look into the mirror and hate what I see
Look into my eyes and see how I’m hurt so easily
Days pass and the hurt and betrayal I want to severe
Glance at my arms and realize I’m not getting better
Each time a little slower, torturing myself with the pain
Each cut a little deeper, growing closer to the vein
::Screaming cries without a sound::
::Ashes, ashes, as I fall down::
::There are pieces of me that are broken::
::No one can put me together again::
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