Cutting  16/7/06


I feel the cold blade run down my skin,
It helps release the feelings I hold within.
I look down at my hand as my blood flows free,
I think about all those times I wished to be anyone but me.
I’ve been raped, beaten, drugged and used,
Cutting helps me forget all the times I was abused.
I’m feeling tired and my thoughts are fading,
I’m tired of doing nothing, my life I am wasting.
I have scars on my body, my wrists and my thighs,
I cry as I slice away for each of the lies.
Im petrified of people, im scared of school,
I don’t cut myself cause I think its cool.
As I bleed out, it eases my pain,
It helps me forget and relive the shame.



Kate

Im going to fill this "Diary" with a heap of poems i've written. I hope you like them all. And if you don't i don't care and don't want to know.