I bite my nails to were they bleed,
I pull the skin back on my fingers,
I cut myself only my boyfriend and
my boyfriends best friend knows.
My best friend doesnt even know.
I never told my Him(My boyfriend)
why i did it, Even though he asks
everytime. I tell him I dont want to
talk about It, He begs me to quit,
I tell him I try, and I do, But I cant.
Im a disapointment. I dont even try
to acheive my dreams anymore
because the higher I fly, The
harder I fall.
I dont do it for attention, I
hate that people say people
who cut themselves
want attention, Not everyones
like that
I dont want to kill myself,
I dont want attention.
I just want people to care about
Me, Not who you want me to be.
I cry because you dont give me
the time of day. You act like im
not here,like I dont exist. You
probly think I dont care, But thats
where your wrong I wish you knew
how much i cared, or how bad I cared.
But you dont.
Im slowly dieing inside. But arent we all?
Its killing me to tell somebody I need help.
I dont want my parrents to find out. Theyre
already divorced, I dont want them to fight
about this. Or scream and yell at each other
or blaming themselves. Taking me to a
Councellor. No im not crazy I dont need one.
I dont need that shit im not a pshycopath.
Im not one to keep my feelings inside. exept for
about this.
I keep it to myself.
I stare at myself in the mirror.
Wishing to be smaller. But i cant
starve myself. somebody would
notice.
I dont need your shit. I dont want
your 'it will be alright' or
'are you okay' or 'Im sorry.'
No just stop while your ahead.
You dont understand. Dont act like
you know me. You dont know shit
about me.
I make bad choices.
I am Who I am, Take me as I am or
leave me.
I wish I didnt say what I though, I
loose people over the damn things
I say.
I just dont know...
~...........
(for Renea's friend)
