Not Who I Am
This is not who I am.
I hate what i've become.
Dependent on my razor and pills.
The hurtfull things i've said and done.
The past is back to haunt me.
I'm running from life.
As I make it halfway,
I turn to my knife.
Cutting out my sorrow,
Living off of the pain.
Trying to change my life,
But only creating shame.
Copyright © Erica Buckner | Year Posted 2009
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