My Addiction Poem by Shay Mitchell

there are so many addictions,
that are also afflictions.
my weakness,
is cutting resistance.
many nights,
with no frights.
i cut deep,
but not once did vein and blade meet.
almost irriversable blood flow,
that makes my bed glow.
i think of my parents,
as i watch my blood currents.
i hate them with a passion,
that not even a designer could fashion.
as i get a new blade,
i know it will aide.
because i hope i don't see tomorrow,
and all the depressing sorrow.
these are my last words,
to my parents that are o-so-forward.
as my heart stops beating,
i hope you won't be forgeting.

just so everyone knows, i'm NOT going to commit suicide. this is simply a poem that i wrote to express my feelings while my parents were screaming at me. writing poems is the way i express myself.