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Poems By Karina Mcdonnell
she goes and puts all of her pain in to this silver cup she brings the cup to her lips and she drinks of her pain She can taste the pain of death pain of lonelness pain of fear pain of love pain of hate and the pain of herself She drinks of this pain and wipes the drop of blood away from her mouth I go to my room to cry but I can't so I take the blade to my arm and make a cut I want to yell at my mom but I can't so I go to the bathroom and take the blade to my arm I want to tell him that he hurt me but I just can't so I go out side for a smoke and put it out on my hand I sit in church not knowing anyone I'm so scared I want to run but I just can't so I take the safety pin and push it through my flesh I want the crazines to go away but it just wont so take my nails and scartch at my face It's like a drug I tell you all the time but you always ask how is it like a drug you never listen to what I tell you and you never feel what I feel so I'll tell you again and maybe as you listen you will feel what I feel Its like a drug because I crave it I crave it so bad that I can almost taste it. it makes me crave it like a drug It's like a drug because it makes me weak. that my body beguns to shake and I start to cry because I can't have it It makes me weak like a drug It's like a drug because I stare at it I hold it in my hand I hold it to my arm wanting it so bad its like a drug it makes me want it. I tell myself just this onces no one will know I tell myself I'll hide it where no can see it's like a drug it makes me keep secerts Now can see why I say its like a drug? |
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Poems by Amy |