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Tuesday, July 18, 2006


I thought I had gotten better,
but I guess I just got worse,
I thought no more pain was left,
I guess that was a curse,
depression is still a hold of me,
I hope it will soon let go,
I’m tired of the pain I feel,
I wish my feelings were known,
the first time I talked about,
hating my life as a whole,
it was in 2nd grade,
and it was eating at my soul,
the first time I cut myself,
I was 9,
feeling hate over power me,
I cut again last night,
deeper than before,
hiding in my room,
crying behind my door,
the blood dripping down my leg,
the scars that are being made,
all the people that hurt me,
they will finally pay,
when I’m dead and gone,
will they cry and feel sad,
or will they walk away,
with the hate they have always had.


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