Alana
the redness flows down from the cut from a razor blade
I look at the other scars that have started to fade
I cry to myself seing what I have done
Thanks to cutting I can’t ever have any fun
I feel all hollow and sad
My feelings used to be good, now they’re bad
when did this all start? Why is it happening to me?
Look at me! I need help from self destruction can’t you see?
I cut to help my emotional pain
but yet I wonder, whats there to gain?
nothing.
I’m ruining my life with this need, addiction, deadlyness.
instead of depression I need to feel happiness
I won’t do it ever again
Now I havn’t cut sense I was ten
I have realized that to cope, I should talk, not cut
if you start, you’ll need a good friend to save your but
Cutting is dangerous and not good for you
Just read this poem and get a clue
