--My Confession--
Why do I feel the way I do?
I grabbed the knife because of you,
You go around all cheerful and happy,
While knowing inside I feel so crappy,
The physical pain is welcome now,
Just don't ask why, what or how,
The blood flows freely now,
From my arm,
I just wrote this to tell you:
I self-harm.
My Confession...
I really like this poem (even if I do say so myself ^.^)... Please don't judge me on what I write... Thankies!Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
