My Cuts Don'T Make Me Bad
I lay here and scream.
I don't know what to do.
My every nightmare
has been coming true.
My parents split up,
so I lost my sister.
Now my brother is leaving too.
I know that my cutting
won't make life better.
But for just a moment,
I feel light as a feather.
I don't have a problem.
Me, sir? Heavens no!
At least not one that I'll ever let show.
They all call me names
like little Emo freak.
They don't know my pain.
I'm really not that weak.
Dying is easy.
Living is tough.
But don't they realize
that I go through enough?!
Like my life isn't hard
just living each day
without all my peers
pushing me away.
They all seem to think
that these cuts make me bad.
But I'm not a bad person!
Just messed up and sad.
I know we all have problems.
We cope how we choose.
But I don't bully them
for the methods they use!
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2013
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