They Dont Realize Poem by Billie Jo Jessie

They don't realize
that the very first cut
scars you in more ways
than the others ever could

depression can swallow you whole
it will steal your soul
and leave you with the scars
of the war against yourself

they sting.
they burn
they itch beyond belief
but somehow, it's addictive

its the outlet i never had
its some control over your life
its the calming, burning way
the red runs down from the wrist

its the pain i deserve
from ruining the lives
of so many people
i care about

its the Blood
i need to know
that this isnt a dream;
its my cruel reality