It feels so hard to breath sometimes,
It feels like I'm dead.
The pain and sorrow deep inside,
And the voices in my head.
They told me I was a waste of space,
And i'd be better of dead.
So I get my trusty razor blade
And cut my skin till it turns red.
The pain of this is soothing,
Watching the blood drip down.
It lets me know that I'm still alive,
And that I'll never bow down.
I won't let them get the best of me,
I won't let them win.
I'll walk around with my head held high,
And never give in.
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Poems
PoetrySo I thought I'd have a go at writing some poetry, it may be really bad as I'm not very good with the whole writing poetry thing, so I'm sorry. It's just a new way I thought I'd try to get out some of my feelings. If they suck real bad please tell m...
