So I slit my wrists
What do you care?
So I'm ruining my life
I'm not in your hair.
I write depressing poems
about deep depression
and suicide attempts.
It's better than repression
I stay to myself,
I hide my tears
and cover my cuts.
I'm the least of your fears.
So why do you care?
Why do you watch me?
Why do you stalk me?
Leave me be!
Im my own person
I'll do what I want
and if I kill myself
Your not the one I'll haunt
So dont read my poems
If you dont wanna hear.
Dont worry about me
I dont care if you care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i completely understand all though i dnt know if i would truely hurt myself because im mad at someone.......but u never know