Maybe One Day
Author: The Lost Girl
All this pain consumed inside me,
grows every day, even with this writing.
I thought maybe, possibly it would help,
to write down my thoughts, and tell the world how I felt.
But like all other things, it has failed,
It is just something else, contained in my personal jail.
Cutting's a habit, and quitting is hard,
I didn't think the self-abuse would go very far.
Though once again, I was wrong,
I'm only 15, but I've done it for so long.
Counting the scars would go on for days.
Weaving and winding in a crimson maze.
Maybe one day I'll find a better release.
Maybe one day, I'll receive peace.
------- Author's Notes -------
Comments are appreciated
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Aimee: ) (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, January 9 2005, 05:28 am|
nice writing! your a good writer! writting does take away some of the pain! i hope you find much happiness
|Diamond (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, March 23 2005, 03:25 am|
i have been cuttin for many years im 16 and i just recently got out of the phsyiatric hospital(however u spell it) and that wuz hell but i got out and i still cut....
|KinKyB (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, March 24 2005, 06:43 am|
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