Im Crazy Poem by Cookie Dempsey

I get a blade.
Run it across my skin.
Lightly,
Too light.
I want more.
Deeper.
Not deep enough.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper?
Hmm. Maybe. Lets see.
Deeper. Yes.
Blood everywhere. Should i go deeper?
No.
Yes.
I have nothing to live for.
So what the hell.
Deeper.
Hit the bone.
Too deep?
Yes.
Nothing i can do.
Is this really what i wanted?
In a way yes.
But then again, no.
No one is home.
Do i sit on the floor and bleed to death?
Or do i go to the hospital?
They will stick me in an institution for sure.
Is it worth it?
Maybe.
What do i do?
I choose the hospital.
I have been clean for five months.
Will i ever cut again?
If it comes to that point again, i might.
But not like this last time.
And i told you, they would stick me in an institution.
But i'm better now.
I have found my inner peace.
Now i sound like i'm crazy.
But i pretty much am.

September 16,2010