I'm so full of self hate I've attempted suicide. When they asked me about my cuts All I did was lie. Blamed it on the cat Said that he's just a brat They believed me for a little while Then they realized I carried a fake smile When the cuts got deeper I got sleepier Could never really sleep So then I would cut deep I loved the sight of my blood It's my drug
This a story about my life in poetry form. Hope you enjoy.