I slit my wrist to erase the pain.
you look at me and think I'm insane.
My eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars, then you will see
why I can't seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you'll forget,
for I'll soon be gone, and I'll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can't deal with life, it's getting far too hard.
Everything's gone wrong; it's not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I'm dying.
I don't want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry.
I'll be fine and happy, you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.
This touched me deeply. My brother was murdered by his great uncle at the age of 15. He was also molested by him. His great uncle tried to make it look like he killed himself. I was 13 at the...
Wrist Cutter
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011 with permission of the Author.
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I'm only twelve, so people think I don't have feelings. They think all I can be is happy. Well, gosh, they're wrong. I got caught cutting my wrists and got sent to therapy. What I'm most annoyed about is that people think all I am is cheerful. I don't cut for fun. They just don't understand!