All I wanted.
Was to put a cut.
On my wrist.
Everyday I get weaker and weaker.
No one is there.
When I need them the most.
They all leave.
When I cry.
When I'm in pain.
I have hated my life.
I still do.
One day I will be gone.
From this world.
And I will not miss it.
But I know no one will cry.
But to night I will try.
I did try.
But something said stop.
I made scratches more like.
You can see scares.
But if it happens I will bleed.
Bleed the pain away.
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The Poems from me
PoetryThese are poems i give to my readers cause i know some of the pain you go thought as well. No i don't always have sad poems i write some happy ones to try to make you happy and some sad,mad,and depressing ones. These poems come from my heart and how...
