I cut my self once
To see how much it bleeds
I cut myself twice
Remembering how you hurt me
Why you?
Why did I think you were the one?
I cut myself thee times
Just for fun
How could I love you so?
Now I’ve gone to four
I’m down to five
I hate all these lies
Bow it’s six
Was it for the kicks?
Look seven
I know I’m not going to Heaven
Whoa eight
Might as well shut the gates
Wow nine
Not a lot of time...
Ten…
Oh look… I’m dead. Again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad poem Shane. This website has really opened my eyes to the growing ''cutting'' problem. I hope this is fictional. sincerely, Mary