Everyone has problems,
Some may be worse and some not as bad.
But when it comes to hurting yourself,
All you feel is sad...
Trying just to get away,
Hiding myself from the world.
Trying to make it all better,
When I'm finally becoming up-whirled...
Looking for an escape,
Just thinking I should die.
Telling my parents what they want to hear,
Knowing that it's all a lie...
I go upstairs and go through my drawer,
Then finally pull it out.
Cutting and cutting,
Until I eventually feel worn-out...
I hide it each day, everyday I live,
Just hoping no one will find out.
I don't do it to die, I just do it to let go,
And hoping someday I'll finally breakout.
Breakout of my shell and finally reveal,
A secret that has forever been sealed...
I once did cut myself with a scissors. The other time I stapled the space in the middle of my fingers. My parents found out and thank god they understood what I was going through.
A Hidden Horror
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2009 with permission of the Author.
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