What You Do To Me - Poem by Colleen Root
see the blood dripping down my arm
sometimes this pain is just so unbearable
most the time i wonder how will this all end?
do i deserve to be alive?
blood smeared down my arm
you look at me but i look at the ground
i see the concern and the worry in your eyes
i know you love me but i dont think you understand
all the pain and hell im going through
right now cutting is just something that i do
its hard to explain
but my cutting numbs the pain
so please dont worry i'll be fine
i just need sometime to unwined
sometimes i cant find the words to say and you get pissed off anyways
its hard for me to be who i am when your always there putting me down
you lower my self-esteem when you are here
you put a frown on my face
you hurt my feelings with everything mean you say
its hard to be me when your always yelling at me
its hard to believe i feel this way
but guess what?
YOU DID THIS TO ME! ! !
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