Night came around I fell ever harder,
Craving my knife,
Thinking for a reason to do it,
Friday major fighting mix with suicidal thoughts that night,
Saturday more fights almost got kicked out of my house,
Sunday I went to church,
After church fighting,
I can not escape it,
It's part of my everyday life,
So I had a sit of weekend,
It's Monday morning now,
Did I cut last night?
Yes but I wanted to continue,
I wanted to see blood seeking out of my skin,
But its the only thing I can do right anymore,
Besides from suicide,
I will hang on as long as I can and try to find anew place when i'm eighteen,
Or I will die in these to years fighting for all I ever known,
Which is I don't quite know yet but will find out soon
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants
