I Cut My Wrists
Author: Unknown
I cut my wrists,
To show who I am,
If you don't like it,
I don't give a damn!!
I cut my wrists,
But not with pride,
You should have told me the truth,
But instead you lied.
I cut my wrists,
To me it feels good,
I wish someone understood,
I wish my best friends would.
I cut my wrists,
Whether I'm mad or depressed,
I do it not to please me,
I just live with to much stress.
I cut my wrists,
And though when I'm done,
I do not feel good inside,
I sometimes wish...
I'de cut deep enough to die!!
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
I don't do this anymore, but when i did it was a very depressing part of my life. People think about it all the time they just dont act on it. This is what i felt like when i was doing it... My life is differant now, i may not be the happiest person out there but i know that is not the way to handle stress, I have 2 wonderfull daughters to look out for now, and i want to be here for them while they grow up...
Comments (10)
No one can truly comprehend another's pain; but, a shout to understanding, your poem is a powerful expression of despair. It is great to have it in the past! Thank you for sharing.
rob