My fire within started in my teens, The rage of some kids Bullying me.. It started a flame. That ignited a blaze No I could not win.. So I began to fight I was afraid.. Which filled me with hate. Not sure whether or not I would really be okay It started a battle not with the kids but the fuel in me I could not resist.. I started to cut then it became a must for everything that went abust I consumed this lust for my own blood Which I felt like a battle around..me that stopped the inner pain What is this I really gained? That started to mock me So I began to lock myself into my room With a knife and a blaze I lashed at the wounds My abuse to myself Was a relief to my mind But to the outsider nothing but a crime..
Once people saw my shirt covered by blood They ask me about it Not knowing I'd run To the top of the town Where that water well was To sit in my secret place and sink into my thoughts and feelings There was the reason for me to believe
My cutting wasn't attention to gain but a access to myself to exit my pain ... So bullying prevention is a must have thing