I run upstairs as fast as i can,
Run into my bedroom,
Stereo On, Door Locked.
Music as loud as can be.
Fall on to my bed,
Tears running down my cheeks
Thinking to myself, 'Whats the point?'
Stares At my wrist for a long time..
Thinks 'Needs more Cuts'
My Mum has no clue does she?
I hide my feelings all the time.
The only way to show how i feel is writing.
or even drawing sometimes.
I'm a freak
No-one likes me
Ima dissapoitment to everyone,
I have so many imperfections.
I start to wonder, why im alive?
No one would notice if i did die?
More And more tears pour from my eyes.
Grabs a knife from under my matress
Holds up to my neck,
Shaking rapidly.
Swollows nervously,
Holds knife tighter and tighter.
I feel The coldness of the metal against my skin,
One sudden movement and i could die.
Door Slowly opens, I drop the knife.
Pretends to be asleep.
Door closes.
Puts knife back under matress
Says to myself, i will try again tomorrow.
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