Cuts For A Life Time Poem by Antonio Vera

The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the guy who self harms
The emo they call me
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can't help my feelings
Of being alone
I hide myself for the day
Just longing to go home
I lay on my bed
With my razor in hand
And take myself away
To a much better land
I stare in the mirror
And let myself cry
Looking forward to the day
That I finally die