Jazmin Sang Poet Narrative

Cut My Wrist and Hope To Die

I use to cut my wrist and hope to die,
You never understood the pain behind my smile,
Depression took over my body and all I did was cry.
But I couldn’t feel too sorry for myself I fought to survive.
But when I couldn’t take the hurt and the lies;
I’d cut my wrist and hope to die.
I use to get insecure and wonder why.
Why did you break my heart and made me cry,
So then I’d cut my wrist and hope to die
 This was definitely our last fight,
I shed a couple tears and wished to die that night.
You were my soul mate, my best friend, you were like my brother 
Now I reminisce on the days when we use to love each other.
Now I’m stronger, I’ve moved on
And you’re now in past,
I regret the day I believed you when you said,
“Darling I’m gonna make us last”.

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Eric Boddie December 13, 2015 at 7:30 PM as someone who Prays for death....this touched me on the level of self....there was a period when my head stayed down....and all my face knew to do was frown....but with God, I have overcome so much....and for you to be healed, you only need His Touch....;) Jazmin Sang December 13, 2015 at 7:55 PM :) Jazmin Sang December 13, 2015 at 7:52 PM :)