you called me stupid when i said cut
you called me fat when i ate alot
you called me ugly when i put on makeup
then i sit with no reply you say what?
everything that just happened you forgot
why cant I just wakeup!
i go to the bathroom and cry
wondering how this happened and why
there're scars on my wrist my leg my thigh
then streaming into my head, thought of suicide
the razors touches my skin
i close my eyes
put a on a smile
7 lines so deep but so thin
8 more right on my thighs
i am not worthwile
why cant i end it
where are my guts?
as i look at the blood
i remember when my life was splendid
whe the emotions where out, not cuts
then my body dropp to the floor with a thud.
i guesse the cutswere a bit to deep
this is now the memory of me
all the scars you now see
this memory is yours to keep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem