my parents don't love me...
my friends, they dont care..
i'm sick of this life,
its too much to bare...
my friends they all hate me...
musta done something wrong...
i just don't fit in,
i just dont belong..
they tell me i'm different...
they all say i'm dumb...
its comments like that,
that make me feel numb...
and that is the reason
i run to my room..
get out the knife..
and make feeling resume..
Author notes
this ones about kids being picked on and using cutting as a coping skill
cutting, buly, alone
Comments
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wow this is amazing
no words can really say what i feel about this poem
idk i think just because i've felt this before that its
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The simplicity works well but perhaps fails to illuminate the truth behind self-harm. Although stripping this issue down to the basics does hae a powerful effect. Good work, but perhaps you need to get abit grittier?
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this was a good poem. It rhymed well. dont really know what to say. Good work keep on writing. And i been there dont that.
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thanks and i'm already there.. i'm just tryin to manage
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