Whiny Teenage Bullshit Poetry.

I cut myself

I cut myself.

Every night. With a razor.

And I make myself throw up.

I keep a notebook by my bed.

A documentary of my weight.

I cut myself.

And I do it for attention.

I do it so that people will crowd around and go,

'Ooh, look!'

'She must have depression.'

'Poor her!'

I wear shorts in gym to show off the scars on my leg.

So the teacher will send me to the nurse

and the nurse will send me to the principle

who'll send me to a councillor

who'll ask me questions

and who'll give me some clarification on why I do this

and who'll fix me.

And I'll have medication

and drugs

and punishments from my parents

but they'll have fixed me.

So I cut myself

and I do it for attention.