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love#2
the slits on my arms
the cuts on my face
its all self inflicted,
im not a mentel case.
depressed is wut they call it ,
sucidel sometimes too
but its b/c i never felt love like i wanted too.
i toucher me self to forget the pain,
i hurt my self no pain no gain
really intense. I know where you're coming from, and that makes me want to cry. I hate the thought of inflicting pain on myself, but sometimes it seems to be the cure. I don't know how it happens, but it makes things seem right. You totally 'captured' that in this.
I really like your poetry, it's sweet. Keep it up.