A Way Of Life, You Don'T Know

My way of life you do not know.
For I have to cut and burn.
Just to feel some kind of life.
If I did not do this I would be dead.
I have to get the pain out.
I can't continue to be a zombie.
I don't like cutting.
Honestly I don't.
And it's not a pretty sight.
But it's not like I have much choice.
I am without a voice.

I hope my way of life you do not know.
For this I would'nt wish on anybody.
Apart from the scum,
the scum who abused me

by Amy Louise Kerswell

Comments (1)

Probably one of your better ones Amy. Seems to flow quite well and probably one a worrying amount of teenagers could relate to. Good