Everyday passes by.
But still the same thing happens.
Nothing ever changes.
And i still feel the same.
When i get back from school.
I sit in the shower in my clothes.
Hit the 'on' switch.
And drown away my misery.
I grad a piece of glass and start to cut.
The only reason i do this is because it helps me take control.
I have 2 crosses across my left wrist.
'I Lines going across my right arm.
1 all the way around my ankle.
1 heart on each shoulders.
and a star on each hand.
This is what i come home to.
I fake a smile everyday.
I might seem fine when I'm with my friends.
But when i'm alone i sit.
In my corner.
With my music.
And the lights turned off.
I just wished you knew how it felt.
Author notes
OK... This is reality. this is what i have on myself and what i do each day when i get back.
I started in year 7 but that was soft.
I stopped in year 8 because i thought it would help.
I started again in year 9 this got serious.
And iv carried on and it hurts so much but i don't know what else to do. i thought i should tell someone so i thought of writing it as a poem.
Is It Good??
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This is a realli good poem
to see you ahve done this to your self makes me open my eyes more because sounds like me in away
but we'll help each other thorw it
love you x -
i feel the same
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i really like this poem..it reminds me alot of what i do at night or after school when no1 is home...i started in grade 8th but stopped in the middle of 9th but started back up again that summer..
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