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Kayleigh

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Copyright, Kayleigh

Slicing the wrist
Relieving my pain

The blood keeps dripping.
Just like the rain.

You tell me to stop.
It doesn’t sink in.

It’s an addiction.

As the days go by,
The red lines heal

As more seem to appear.

I hide myself,
Can’t stop the pain.

It’s an addiction.

A bright red scream…

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Copyright, Kayleigh

Burning pain in my arms,
Stops the burning tears.
Slicing the skin calms my doubts,
And helps erase my fears.
The anger is so strong at times,
And my pain becomes too much.
And I long to feel the calmness,
Of the knife’s forgiving, tender touch.
As I watch my blood pour,
My sanity soars.
And I long to feel the pain once more.
To those who may not do this,
I probably sound insane.
But this is the only way I know how…
To ease the blinding pain.

Skin Deep

Copyright, Kayleigh

She looks back at me,
Her face pale and white,
Her hair hangs wildly,
And her eyes look sad and tight.
If she dies tomorrow, next week or today,
Theres things she will regret,
And things that she should say.
Shes not afaraid to die,
But theres things she should of said,
But she didn’t know how to voice them,
So she kept them in her head.
So if she never sees you,
She wants you to know,
You’ll be in her heart,
Where ever she may go.
She looks into my eyes,
This girl who i call ‘she,’
A tear falls down her cheek,
It’s so easy to forget that this girl is really me.

It Never Stops

Copyright, Kayleigh

This is my story, sad as it may be.
It’s something that I feel would benefit me.
To tell all these people, how I tried and and I tried.
I went to the doctors…I broke down and cried.
I got rid of the glass and I told everyone.
How I waited and waited, until the scars were all gone.
But that’s not the end see, you know what comes after.
It ain’t lots of sun shine and bundles of laughter.
The moment the world got, too much to bare.
I smashed up a glass with so little care.
I cut up my arms, aware what I’d loose.
But I knew deep inside it was my turn to choose.
The pain never ends, the pain that’s inside.
No matter how hard, we all try to hide.
The way that I see it, this helps us deal.
It’s gives us a chance, for us all to feel.
So if someone asks you, why do you harm?
Just tell them it’s your way of making you calm.
Of stopping the pain, that pounds in your head.
That the only thing you want, is to curl up in bed.
Tell them theres no way, to understand this.
That all that you want, is a hug and a kiss.
That one day you’ll cut, your wrists too damn deep.
Then finally be able to eternally sleep.

 

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