Cut Poem by Jeanette Palomo

My life seems so cold
Everything seems so wrong
You aren't the same
Should I believe you when you say you don't want to lose me or
When I say im ready to end my life
Would you let me or would you try to change my mind
Sometimes I hate you for making me think I hurt you
I hurt myself because I belived that I hurt you
I hate to see you hurt

You became aggresive towards me
I wouldn't have never let you hurt me
You started doing drugs
You just added more stress in my life
All the stress brings me down
It gives me no choice
more cuts end up on my wrist
I cant show emotion
so I store it all inside but it builds up
I have to cut myself in order to let it out
It puts the stress out to the side
When I bleed it all out
I feel better inside