A Scream For Help Poem by Amber Kangas

Blood flows out of
the crevise I have made
Blood is also smudged
on my knife blade

the pain covers up
all of my anger
that I have held inside
it puts me in danger

one cut may do it
but two would be better
or maybe three or four
whatever gets wetter

I like seeing red
cause the more red I see
makes me feel
feel more free

the pain from inside
burns your soul
so on your skin
you make a hole

now with the blood
the feelings aren't as bad
the gloomy ones
like when you are sad