I remember the first time I cut.
Back in the winter of 7th grade. Things were hard.
I decided to cut. It started with a needle. Dragging it across my skin..
Felt so good..After a few months I started to cut to the point of blood with a needle..The winter of 8th grade...Things went to hell..I found a cutting knife ...
I cut so deep..Blood went everywhere..So good..I carved the name of my true love into my wrist... Summer after 8th...I was tired of everyone finding out I cut..My "friend" reccomended I cut with a razor..So I did..SO MUCH BLOOD, and it didn't always scar because they were clean cuts..Winter of 9th grade...I get our of the shower..I stare at my naked body in the mirror...My wrists have a few scars and a name still engraved on my wrist...I look at my thighs..
Full of scars, fresh cuts, and so much more..I pull on my pants, and put on a shirt.. I open my coverup and put it on my wirst..I look at myself in the mirror.. To anyone passing by I'd look fine..I look at myself..And I smile..

I loved him for 4 years,
when we fell apart it broke my heart,
but a few months ago, I met someone new,
I fell in love with him, and of course he knew,
he said he likes me, and wants me too,
but we only see eachother once a week,
I can't stand to let the love from my heart leak,
because of who he is, and because of who I am,
and because of what we believe in, we will never be
together.

I never got to meet you,
you left this world before I could,
I don't know if you know of my existence,
you past on before I came around,
I hear you're really nice,
I wish you hadn't left so soon,
I'm sure I would of loved you,
I'm sure you would of been my favorite,
I wish you were still around,
so I could say that I once knew you.

Sometimes I wish Religion didn't exist.
Because of religion, I canot be with who I want to be,
I cannot do, what I'd like to do,
I cannot eat what I'd like to eat,
I cannot be who I want to be.

You always shout at me,
You always yell at me,
You always pick on me,
You always abuse me,
But then you can be loving,
& Then you can be kind,
& then you'll say you hate me,
and that I should die.

Detroit, Detroit,
it means the world to me,
nobody understands,
how much it means to me,
I love Detroit,
and nobody will ever know why <3