Sit in the bathtub 7/5/08
watch the blood run down my leg
one more time
maybe it will take all the other pain away
I sit there
Not a sound
Not a tear
Mocking myself
your such a cutter
your so weak
you can't handle your problems the adult way
Cutting isn't a habit
is a way of life
it becomes your alternitive
it completes the pain in your life
The only thing you have control over
cut or don't
how deep, not deep at all
three days grace in the backround
pain can't get enough
cause it's rather feel pain then nothing at all
One more time
a little deeper
watch the blood drip into the water
wash away the blood
Look at the scars
keep them hidin
from the world
but a few people know that
I cut at my thighs
like they are a piece of meat I am about to devor
Thinking about Jeff and the pain he caused
the pain i brought on myself
Thinking of my mother and all the abuse she gave me without love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think thats sad : '(