jenny wrote this poem and she wanted to put it up- i suck at poetry but i guess this isn't THAT bad. i'm putting this up there for the people who are fighting the knife. find some friends. they'll help you get through it, i'm still cutting, but its getting a little easier to stop
i tried to stop the pain
i only brought more of it onto me
i'm so confused and lost now
i'm reaching out for something to cling to
i'm so cold
the only heat left is my heart
where my best friends lie
my heart pounds
my friends try to keep me here
how far did this go?
it was just a little cut
just when i couldn't take it anymore
i thought i had it under control
but i got caught
i was lying to myself
i didn't control the knife
the knife controlled me
but not anymore
my wounds are slowly healing
the scars slowly fading
the knie used to be the thing
that saved me from the oblivion i was in
by taking me to another oblivion
it was always there when i needed it
my life is hell on earth
i neeed something to keep me here
i need some reasn to stay
because i just see no point to this
but my friends did the same thing
they came to my aid when they found out
they'll be there for me when i need them
and thier better than the knife
the knife lulled me in with false promises
my friends kept thier promise
thier warm blanket engulfs me
keeping out the cold
and i galdy snuggle under it
knowing
that they'll protect me
when the cold winds come
