sitting here alone,
my arms throb..
stinging up through my shoulder...
damn.. they hurt.
i went too far this time..
do i need stitches?
o God help me stop...
i cant do this alone any longer..
i told you im not getting any stronger! !
but in this darkness there is no light,
so help me regain my sight, when
everyday is endless night.
the blade calls me even now...
i still here her words.. 'God shelby, your such a cow! '
make it go away!
make me forget!
make me not be such an idiot!
great... its seeping through my sweatshirt sleave..
what do i do? ? ? ?
how do i make it stop?
the blood
and the thoughts?
should i make it all end myself...? ..
i dont know...
but if i make it through this day...
how will i make the HATE ME carved into my arm not show?
God, .. im such a freak.
but am i really?
its up to me to make this all go away..
make the pain stop...
make the blood drip its last drop...
just, please, MAKE IT STOP! ! ! ! ! !
i dont want this anymore..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yea i know.: ( it was that kinda day