As I drag the blade across my skin
I think how did this all begin
I see the first red dot appear
And I just want to cheer
Then even more pours out
I just want to shout
Why am I like this?
I don't know what the answer is
I feel my self go weak
As I shrink to the floor and want to shriek
Why can't I deal with things another way?
Why can't I hope to live another day?
Why can't I have normal hopes and dreams?
All the time I just want to scream
But I can't, I have to hold it in
Until the blade slides through my skin,
I'm forced to hold it in
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Emily's journal
Poetryamazing poems about life, cutting and hope written by Emily an amazing person and one of the best writer i have ever known (not written by me)
