every night i sit on my bed
hoping, wishing i was dead
i sit here letting the blood from these wrists pour
though it hurts i keep doing more

i dont know why i do this
i just hold my breath and clench my fist
i act like the scars aren; t there
i hide them so you dont stare

it hurts so much
just with one touch
you'll read this and say what a shame
you might talk me out of it, myself i blame

i know this hidding cant last
but iv had a rubbish past
i'll just keep on crying
thinking, dreaming of dieing

by megan watts

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