Poem By XxAmieLee xX
I sit here, in this darkened corner,
bleeding at the wrists,
the scissors still lay open,
my hands clenched into fists
Why did he say it? Why did he do it?
Why did he say that to my face?
He said he didn't like me because of my habits,
he said I was wanting to erase
This depression, this feeling,
has got me feeling so blue, .
I sit here, bleeding and crying,
I can't figure out what to do