September
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Im crying i am bleeding i am hurting i am screaming
I can let these feeling build up inside, i must find some-
where dark so i can hide.
I pull out the blade,as tears run down my face,
i slice open my flesh, im such a disgrace.
How many times will it take, till i learn from my mistakes.
Im taking my life,every time i pull out that knife,
i strech out my arm and then i slice,
this feeling isnt bad, its actully nice
Some say im sick,when they see my wrist,
I tell them im fine,look arnt i alive,
but really i am not afride of death i just want to die.
Blood is a gift from the demons of death,
i thank them every night befor i take my last breath.
Im not insane, or sick in the head,
I just hate my life,
wishing to be dead.
I dont do it because i depressed,sad and angry,
just to let out the hurt, the pain and the agony,
One at a time i cut open my vains,
i sit in numbness,poring out the rotten blood,
poring out hate and pain.
Blood is dripping from my finger tips, as my arm hangs next to my waste
I bring my hands to my mouth i am devoring it, addicted to the taste.
Late at night when the stars are starting to greet me, I lay in my bed quitly weeping,My mom walks in but i am peacely sleeping, she tip toes her way to my bed, Leans down wispers she loves me, then pecks my forhead and then gently hugs me,
When the sun comes up and there is no more moon, my mom knock on the door then enters my room,she starts to yell because of the blood on my sheets, she screams clean them up the come down to eat,
I drive myself to school, all stessed out and clothes all bloody,
but as soon as i get to my locker i jack some from my buddy.
My boyfriend aproached me, today in the hall, he wiped of my tears and ask me what wrong,
I replyed dont worry, it just a little fight with my family thats all.
He said alright then held me tight, kissed me and told me everythings fine
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