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Danielle S. B.

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Copyright, Danielle S. B.

I used 2 harm myself u know its true.
I did wat no 1 wanted me 2.
Those days were long, dark and cold
I never did wat I was told,
People cried and feared 4 me.
I only wanted them to see;
The pain I felt deep down inside,
When he came into my life.
I still feel like crap everynow and then but,
I look back and see wat Ive gained.
I dont think ill ever cut again…

A Life Story

Copyright, Danielle S. B.

The druggies at skool like 2 judge me cuz im a cutter.
What they dont understand is im better off then they are,
I mean at least Im not loosin brain cells over this shit!
I still got all my smarts,
being clinaclly depresseddoesnt make me mental…just sck.
They fight w/ me and say,”Atleast I dont have all those ugly scars.”
I just say,”I like them.”
“Every1 of them tells their own story and all of them tell 1 big story,
the story of my life.”
What I can say is that when I get old and grey I can honestly say
“Yup I was a cutter and damn proud of it”

Depression

Copyright, Danielle S. B.

May 9 2005,
This day I lay on my floor;
Crying,just crying.
There is no real reason 4 these tears.
Im in love,
Im depressed.
The razor blades r all locked up,
Ive become an expert at doing w/e i must
2 get my hands on the blade.
The cold metal on my stomach scares me,
but i still just slice away.
BLOOD:All over my fingertips,
cotton balls soaked in red.
I cry 4 help and no 1 hears!
I call him,the one i love and rush over 2 his house;
Showing him what i have written he reads his name aloud,
“Justin W.”
Simple but painful love truly hurts like hell!
DEPRESSION:A symptom of love…

That Girl

Copyright, Danielle S. B.

Im that girl,
u know the freak
the 1 every1 calls a geek.
the gothic girl w/ black hair
all people do is just stare.
sure i slit my wrists,
& ill hit u w/ these fists!
look at me 1 more time,tell me what ure problem is
im not the 1 who made all the empty promises.
I do have scars,but their just marks
dont judge me by what u see on my arms.
i might be different than u,
& i sure dont do wat u do!
but u dont know me,so just let go
i aint gonna me ure fuckin hoe!
the cuts the scars the pain i felt,
u dont know wat i been delt
dont tell me what to do cuz i do wat i want,
just go fuck ureself u stupid cunt!

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Copyright, Danielle S. B.

i lie awake in the darkness of my room
i cry trying 2 drown the pain
nothing helps
i always end up going back
the bathroom
the razor blade
the blood spilling onto the floor
i cant bear to think of it any longer
its what i have 2 do
its all i can
no 1 knows how i feel
just me im the only 1 who can help myself
u ppl try 2 help and only make things worse
stay away 4 if u dont when i die youll know why
u followed me
told me 2 stop
preached 2 me told me how 2 live my life
if u wud have stayed away and let me live 4 real
maybe i wudnt be in this coffin right now…

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Copyright, Danielle S. B.

I sit in a small desk in a cold dark class room,
staring out the window.
People at school call me weird.
They dont understand how I could possibly wnat to do this,
I look around the room.
I need something sharp,
anything I can get my hands on.
Its worth it!
I take this protractor to my arm,
blood spills to the floor.
Everyone screams and I get sent away.
Now I walk down the hall looking for help
anyone I can get my hands on…

Last Prayer

Copyright, Danielle S. B.

Dear God please hear me out,
I know your listening without a shadow of a doubt.

I can’t bear this life much longer,
all I can do is just sit and ponder.

I’ve been thinking of how I can do it,
so let’s just get down to it.

I cut myself yesterday,
it felt so good.

Maybe even better than it should.

Please forgive me oh dear Lord,
before I stab myself with this sword.

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Copyright, Danielle S. B.

All alone,
not a cloud in the sky.
All I see is your dark cold eye

I hate everyone,
including me.

Why dont you understand,
Why cant you see?

Now that you’re gone;
out of my life,
I’m gonna go in my bathroom with this knife.

Don’t try to save me,
it’s too late now.
All you can do is ask God how

I’m sorry I left you,
it’s what I had to do.

You barely started caring so,
go fuck yourself and your stupid bitch too!

 

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