The Trouble With Pain
As I cut my wrists,
And clench my fists,
All I can think about is the pain,
and the fact that I cut my vain,
I am just screaming inside
Oh how I want to run and hide.
I wanted you there to help me cope
and jus give me the hope
that everything will be okay,
and how you will jus say
What was you thinking,
And you saw me sinking
Sinking into a pool of my own blood and tears
How the pain helps me with all of my fears.
Oh how I am ruining my life,
With this very sharp knife.
I hope I will make it to be your wife,
Cuz I wanna be wit you for the rest of my life.
Oh please god help me wit the pain
For i dont wanna cut my vain anymore,
For my wrist will be so sore,
Oh how I miss being formal,
I jus want everything back to normal,
Oh how I am in vain,
Cuz of all my pain I have gained.
For I want to die,
Instead of lie,
i jus wanna end it all,
and jus fall,
Fall to my death,
Of a overdose of meth.
poem by Jade Smith
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