It can't be easy.
When people tease me,
I get up in the morning
and then break down.
I have that knife.
I keep by the bed.
To clear the hurtful thoughts.
Rolling around in my head.
One cut for the pain.
One for the dreams.
One for the loneliness.
One for the screams.
I can't sit here being afraid.
I have to leave and help a friend.
She cut herself today.
I hope that she will be ok.
At the door I know the truth.
I won't be leaving.
In the corner is where I'll be.
Finding solace in the bleeding.
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MARK'S MADNESS
Non-FictionIt's 3:am. Time for the madness to begin. I cannot stop the thoughts rolling around in my head. The only way to exorcise these unending demons is to write them down. From the sane to the insane. I now share them with you. Prepare for a roller...
