Bryanna

Why

Copyright Bryanna

why dont i have a place to turn,
when i feel as if i am gunna burn,
looking at the knife so sharp,
one deep cut will stop this heart,
i dont wunna be hurt anymore,
i look at the self mutilating scars all over my body and feel so sore,
pacing up and down as i ponder,
it is just too tempting i pick up the knife,
it is the only way to take the pain away from my like.

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Copyright, Bryanna

cut my wrists and black my eyes
all the scars have a deep surprise
so when you see them
read them closely
and you will read a story
of my life ending slowly

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