The Pain
The pain,
The shame.
I lay here on the ground,
I’m too scared to make a sound.
Nearby I see the knife I used,
Its right next to a bloody shirt and blood stained shoes.
I hear people somewhere close by,
When I think of I’ve done, a tear escapes from my eye.
I don’t know why I did it,
I didn’t have control of it.
My life was growing dimmer,
I thought cutting would make it shimmer.
The voices in my head said cutting would make it better,
But just in case I wrote this letter:
“I’m sorry that you found out this way,
This isn’t punishment- you didn’t need to pay.
I was scared and alone,
The voices talked in such a soothing tone.
They told me it was okay,
I didn’t want to die today.�
Now my eyes closing just as you find me,
You ask why you didn’t see.
I tell you I tried not to show,
I didn’t want you to know.
The urge was too strong,
Even though I knew it was wrong.
There are scars everywhere on me,
This isn’t who I wanted to be.
My breath is getting shorter and my life is coming to an end,
The last thing I say is,
“I’m sorry I did this to you my friend.�
Its supposed to be deep. Its supposed to be scary.
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