Cut For A Life Poem by jenn steger

From start to finish i wonder why the cuts look good in this messed up lie. the blood that trickles down my arm people all stare at the girl who self-harms.
'The Emo' they call me i turn to my name they act. cut slicing their wrists i cant help my feeling of being alone.
I hide myself for the day just longing to go home I sprawl on my bed, and take myself away to a much better land, I stare in the mirror and let myself cry, looking forward to the day that i finally DIE!