SierraSchizophrenia Posted November 20, 2011 Posted November 20, 2011 I didn’t go deep I didn’t even weep Just one cut is all I need And my mind goes calm, while my cut bleeds It was harmless but helped so much I stopped being mad and such No more angry thoughts went through my mind Just fascination, everything else left behind Is the start or the end? All I know is I don’t want to disappoint my friend Is it too late for me? I thought I was getting better but I only pretended to be The cut now stains my arm Nothing big or deep, nothing to cause much harm A cat scratch is what I’ll say But I doubt people will see any day They won’t see the real me and who I am They won’t see my body is disconnected from my brain stem I don’t want attention, I don’t deserve it I play along with the world, but my candle is not lit I’m a lost soul on this land My minds drifting, my body sinking in sand I’ve given up on people It’s now me alone in my own steeple I get so mad so quick Like a switch on the wall, tense with every click Maybe I’m only meant to be there for others Don’t the daughters learn from the mothers? Only my mother does not know me She only sees who she wants to see There’s no way her sweet child Cut her arm to keep her mind from going wild Do they realize their actions affect me so? That sometimes they cause me to hit my low? No they don’t, all they see is him They can’t even see the pattern; my cups reached its brim. He angers then he lies To get people to take him back. I bet he even denies The wrongs that he’s done All because he thinks life is fun But when will he see That he’s just another wanna be It’s possible I just don’t belong There are parts of me I’ve discovered are gone Like my patience to wait I’m done waiting there’s nothing to debate Once I’m of age you’ll barely see me Once I get a car I’ll never be here to be I witness to the yells or shouts A witness to the pattern of oh okay and get out A witness to tears and uproars A witness to hurtful words and slamming doors A witness to a father who’s confused Because my mother is either okay or blowing a fuse I’ll stop being the victim of being on the edge Because I’ll stop being around, I won’t be on the ledge I won’t be the victim of feeling guilty anymore I won’t be the victim or witness anytime I walk out that door Am I lost? That’s easy to say Is there hope? We’ll see with each coming day. My name does not matter all that matters is the story my friend The one with a strong beginning, unclear middle, but no end. It’s a screwed up world even a blind man could see That to fake happiness you have to be who others expect you to be.
edith10 Posted November 20, 2011 Posted November 20, 2011 jw is this based off of ur life? like 100%?
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