The pain I feel inside my heart
Is being written in ink
as opposed to blood
My pain cries out
wanting to be read of
and felt
instead of pushed aside
and ignored
craving the knife
instead of the blad
I pick up my pen
and write out the words
I want to carve
words like 'slut'
and 'whore'
'bitch' come to mind
as well as 'worthless piece of shit'
that's how I feel about myself
despite being told that I shouldn't
Sometimes I'll laugh and say I'm cute
but I don't believe it inside
somethings wrong with me
That's why I'm so messed up
Because I don't see any good in me
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Written January 4, 2007
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