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Poetry Written By Me
Self Harm,

Darkness surrounds me; pain is all I feel
Like I'm drowning in this air I breath is any of it real
Emotions overcome me; I cut but don't feel the pain
The storm of my life; my tears are the rain

People all around me; hurrying to pass me by
While I'm stuck in this moment slowly waiting to die
The one's I love seem to always go away
It's just not fair why do they leave and I stay

Life's full of joy and happiness or so they say
No one ever want's to talk about the corruption and the pain
If the world is so perfect then why do I want to leave
If everything is expected than why do I cover my arms with sleaves

Does it scare you to see the marks of my fears
When you see these cuts do you realise my tears
Just someone to tell me that they really care
To say those three words back; one love to share

I stand in a crowded room and yet I stand alone
I live in a house; it's not a home
No one could feel the way that I do
I loved you so much now look what you do

The thought of your touch, the vision of your smile
It drives me to do this; it drives me wild
Just say those words that you love me again
I'll put down the blade and never cut again

I lay in the water naked and free
As the warm temped water surrounds me
The water is so warm yet I feel so cold
Like my soul is being taken; for your love it's been sold

Once again I'm wrapped up in your warm and loving arms
Away from the reality and cruilty of all life's harms
I see all my loved ones that have passed me by
It has come to this; for your love I died.
Self Harm, Hate,

I hate the way you look at me
I hate how you touch my scars, trying to make me believe it will get better
I hate the wat you talk about why it's wrong
I hate the fact that I have to talk to you at all
I hate that look of disappointment whenever you see new cuts
I hate that I am ashamed of myself
I hate the fact you don't understand
I hate it's all I have to count on
I hate that I have no friends that understand
I hate when everyone stares at me
I hate when, you think differently of me
I hate that I'm not everything you wanted me to be
I hate it all
I hate that when, I bleed it hurts
I hate that hurts you
I hate that It kills me inside
I hate the fact I disappoint you
And most of all I hate me...And only me