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Suicdal poem. Great read. Really in depth. |
I cut to focus when my brain is racing. I cut to make physical what I feel inside. I cut to see blood because I like it. I cut to see how much it hurts. I cut to show how I feel inside. I cut to show the red boil out. I cut to make it all go away. I cut to focus on the pain. I cut to try to understand. I cut because I can't find a way. I cut because there is no other way. I cut because there's nowhere to run. I cut because I like to feel the hurt. I cut because I don't want to stay this way. I don't like to cut but I just can't give it up. I try to find other ways to deal with this. I try so hard but nothing comes up. I try to find someone to help me. I try too hard. I see the red bleeding from within. I see the pain just boiling out. I see the bubble of red just burst. I see now why I had to scream. I scream because the pain is too much. I scream because the pain is too real. I scream because I wanted your help. I scream because I want you away. Then I screamed for you to stay. I am here for you to clean me up. I only hear you call an ambulance. I hear the sirens ever so vague. I lay there silent with everyone yelling stats. I must have cut a little too deep. I don't know what happened next. I do know that I'm in a room with blood-stained walls. I was thrashing around and caused a mess. I lost a lot of blood that I cannot get back. I think it's too late to say I'm sorry. I hear they can't get my type of blood. I start to see the darkness hit. I realize forever has no meaning. I am living in that moment. I don't want this moment to end. I'm thinking you can't hurt me now, not anymore. I'm starting to feel it's getting cold in here. I wonder if it will be like this forever. I heard my mother say one last thing, "Don't leave us now, don't go away" |