carvings on my arm
all alone doing harm
its hard to understand why cutting releaves my pain
i dont understand why im never happy
sometimes i wonder if i was made for the world
i scream myself to sleep
i dont understand why i have to do this to myself
why i have to hurt myself to feel better
sometimes i wonder if my prayers will ever be answered
if my hopes and dreams are just a waste of time.
i scream in the middle of the night
i dig the blade into my skin just waiting for the pain to begin
now the numbness starts to set in.
i cut myself with a joyful grin this is all i wanted.
just for the pain to begin
as the numbness sets in the anger begins to fade away!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
don't know what to say Colleen? nice poem? dave xxx