No I Don't
I don't cut for attention.
I don't cut because I wan't popularity,
Or because I like being called emo,
Or because I think it's cool.
NO.
I cut because it's an addiction.
A habit
That mental issues have caused.
Open you'r eyes and see,
See as life isn't all to beautiful.
NO.
Watch as it all crumbles to ashes.
See the hell in my eyes,
All the screams and cries
Instead of all the lies.
NO.
I'm a good actor,
To be able to fool the world,
Even myself.
A true talent really.
In your eyes,
Eyes glazed over in happiness.
See the dimples of an aching smile.
NO.
I run to my room,
Tears swelling up in my eyes.
I slam my door
And fall to the comforting floor.
As walls close in
And the world goes blank.
The moon hits the silver blade
As it silently seeks my attention.
'Come and bleed,
If only to feel free.'
YES.
The cool Metal braking skin
As the pain dims,
One.
Two.
Three.
My open wounds bleed
And my mind and body fall numb.
Four.
Five.
Six.
My heart beat kicks
And more blood flows
My arm drenched in blood
As it trickles down my finger tips.
NO.
I don't cut for attention.
I don't cut because I want popularity,
Or because I like being called emo,
Or because I think it's cool.
NO.
I cut to know I'm still alive,
And not in hell.
I cut to know there is more than just emotional pain.
YES.
I hope you hear my words
And take it to heart
as yours did to mine.
Fat.
Whore.
Bitch.
Worthless trash.
Slut.
Devils Span.
Words can hurt.
Words can kill.
You may not know it but,
YES,
You bully me.
It's okay.
I feel the venomous sting
of both your words and my self harming.
NO.
It's not healthy for my blood to flow so fast,
out off my finger tips.
I know.
But don't judge
Because you will only drop numbers of the populations
with out any intentions.
(Hope You Guys Like THis Poem.!<3 It Came Straight From The Open Book In My Heart And I Couldnt Wait To Share With You(: )
