Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2011
Bruises on my left and right arm
Why must you cause me such harm
You push me, I fall
You seem to have it all

I'm hurt, I'm in pain
To you it's just a game
Tears are forming in my eyes
Listening to all your lies

Why must you be so mean
All the cuts have been seen
You take the knife, you cut, you slice
All my life you've diced

Bleeding wrists
****** arms
You thought you had me with your charms

I told you to stop
Thought I liked you alot
But abusing me is what you sought

You were wrong
You don't have long
'Cause when I get up
You're ******

So here I stand
Ready to fight
Here I stand
Black as night

I'm gonna win
I'm not a sin
You've already gone down in my mind
I've even stopped thinking of you all the time

I kick, I scream
I cause a scene
It's done, it's over
It was all a dream.
I don't really care for this poem but it has great meaning to me. I'm not ashamed to admit that there was a time when I suffered from major depression, I did cut myself. I wrote this when I realized that I could do better, I was better and that no one and nothing could ever have such an effect on me again.
Written by
Rebecca Hartel
547
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems