Incomplete. Poem by anonymous. thanks.

Incomplete.



hopeless little girl,
with your arms all scarred up.
you let the razor sing you to sleep,
watch it sink in,
and cut you so deep.
let your blood trickle out
and leave you no doubt.
you are addicted to this pain.
watching your ivory skin stain.
with every whisper and scream,
you become slowly more attached.
is it really worth it?
to watch your mother cry,
afraid you'll cut too deep and die?
to watch your sister worry
because she feels like she should have done something more?
watch your friends worry too,
because they're concerned for you?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
William Jackson 04 May 2010

Stop being sick. Cutting yourself solves nothing, and writing about it brings death, not life to others. Quit feeling sorry for yourself and invest your energy into being productive. You may have had a sad and miserable life, but so have others who are not destroying themselves or setting a poor example for others. Take a good hard look in the mirror. The only thing holding you back is yourself, not God, not your parents, not your friends! Only you. Get over it. Be the change. Be the solution.

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