Through The Eyes Of A Cutter

I cannot laugh, I cannot smile
I cannot sleep, I cannot play
All I can do is cry
It's not my fault
But all I can see are my flaws
Nothing makes me happy just takes away the pain
I hide the truth because I'm scared
Scared of what I may do
Everyday I look in my mirror
And all I see is a girl alone and scared
Wanting to be happy and free
Everybody is picking fights
Especially with me
My happiness no longer showing
Not even to my friends
Scars have formed on my arms
And jumpers get worn everyday
Even in the summer
My depression has gotten worse
It's showing through my scars
I'm crying over little slits
But not tears of joy or tears of pain
But tears of blood and anger
For the first time in my life
The room becomes dark and fuzzy
I never realised just how deep I cut
I wish I had said my goodbyes
And i now wish that i had told you
Told you how much I actually love you
And now it may be too late.....

by Caity Arnold

Comments (1)

A very sad poem full of emotion Caity. Well written. If only there were easy answers for life...sadly, it's a tough road. But, I can honestly say, it will get better (if you let it) . Take care. Sincerely, mary