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.