My book of poems

So much damage

To this body some damage was made

And I've only told two ppl about it....

However its more than that.....

Slit your wrists
Slit your wrists
Is all could think of

Cut yourself
Cut yourself
Is the only thing I could hear in my head.....

Not save you self ,not your life means a lot....but

Slit your wrists
Slit your wrists

And
Cut yourself
Cut yourself

You know when you hear something in your mind and since you hear it only ,you think its a message from the big man above....

We'll that's what I did.... .

I slit and I cut....and now

I'm not here.......

I........

Am......

Dead.......

Life is to precious to give up like that and that's what I did......
I was so broken that I slit my wrists and cut myself......and I feel horrible for it..... Ik that it wasnt the best solution it at The time it sounded like a pretty damn good idea..........

So when ever I was finish I would wipe the blood off the floor and wash my wrist with alcohol..... And wrap them up . ..

Whenever someone would ask me what happened I would lie and say that I twisted my wrist . ...

But lying doesn't get you anywhere.....so its whatever ....

I'm still here but one day I'll take my life from myself with body knowing ......