i cut,everytime i lose.
i cut,all because i choose
to go that low,evry'time i feel like im about to explode.
when the feeling of saddness overpowers me.
evry'time i feel too lonely.
i cut,because it helps me deal.
i cut,because it helps my fear.
i dont make sence,what can you do?
tell me to close my eyes & think of something new?
i cut for me,not for you.
i cut because i want to.
i want to see my dream come true.
happy,sad,good,bad-all of these thoughts
just make me so mad.
why cant i,just waste away?
to throw away my longing,
to see another day.
--i cant find another way,its either this or go into the looney bin.
& even if they lock me up,i'll still go insane
& tear myself apart.
so whats your dream?
i've told you mine.
does yours have,a sun that shines?
or are you like me/
with cuts on the wrist.
someone who loves the cup half-empty,a pessimist.
& if so,i'd like to know that im not so alone anymore.
but if not,
did you enjoy reading my thoughts?
& if yes,i hope i made a difference.