It Hurts
It was the middle of the night
Around 1am
I couldn't sleep
I didn't want to
I was scared
It was raining hard outside
And there was thunder and lightning
It made me think
Why do I feel so empty?
I took off my shirt
Leaving only a tank top on
I was already wearing shorts too
I walked down to the kitchen
Grabbing a knife I go back
Back to my room
Shutting the door, I jump on my bed
Lifting the knife I hesitate
I hesitate but go for it
Hoping to cease my pain
I slit my own skin
My pale a soft skin
Cut deep now bleeding
I continued to cut
Wincing in pain each time
My legs
My arms
My stomach
They were all covered in cuts
I was crying
No one heard me because if the storm
This is how empty I feel
Hurting myself
Hurting others
It hurts
It's been two weeks sense that day
I didn't want to cut again
It hurt
But my emotions were to strong
I saw lighting outside my window
It made me feel lonely
I had a rope
Tying the rope to my celling light
I put it around my neck standing on a chair
I kick the chair away
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts
I'm gone
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PoetryA little something to share my small poems to the world is all this is. . Some poems here are short, long or in between, read at your own leisure, I don't mind, find the length you like, do as you will. . SOME POEMS WILL CONTAIN POTENTIAL TRIGGERING...
