As I sit on my bed,
thinking over memories going through my head,
things saying I should be dead.
As I take this knife,
that’s is going to take my life.
Putting it to my wrist,
How I cant resist.
All the pain,
everyone says I have gone insane,
but how am I suppose to explain,
all the pain.
Everyday at school,
everyone thinking there so cool.
When it comes to me,
noone can see,
the more they tease,
it builds higher n higher in me.
Now as I see the blood,
it pours out like a flood.
It feels so good,
but I think if it could,
will it,
I start to cut deeper,
then I start to get weaker.
Soon I fall to the floor,
now I can be happy n soar!
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Written January 28th, 2006
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Sadness, I know what you mean by the pain and all I was a cutter, I am the most understanding person when it comes to this stuff. I used to cut for the tears i wanted to shed or the many years of pain and abuse i endored. I can relate futher because i tried to commite suicid and I realized that it was not so easy, to see the people you leave behind and all the pain they have to deal with. the pain that would grow to be there death, becuase of the fact that you killed your self. If you were suppost to go to hell for commiting sucide then god would not be a forgivien person in all you go to heaven, no matter what sins you have commited.
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