No one in my family knows a/b me still...
I like to keep it that way.
It's almost gone now,
It just looks like scratches on my arms.
No one else will know,
I don't know why you worry.
It's never that bad.
The pain feels so good,
It's a way away from my heart,
The heart that he shattered and left on the floor,
Left to bleed freely.
I hate him for it,
I can't get over him though.
I let him keep walking over me,
Using me for his needs.
I can't believe I've done this,
What have I turned into?
Why have I resorted to cutting myself?
When will this pain stop?

~Copyright of Allison L. 2005~

Promise me...I worry because I love you...you need to tell the rentals.....that bastard...grrr I kill him ok?
Kate

NOT telling the rentals! total random spur of moment poem here...they aren't even visible really anymore. They knew I did it before but they don't know I'm back into it ~Alli~

Wow powerful poem really powerful, and sad. Very well written.

Hiding problems generally make them worse, because you got the problem but then you have to hide it makes things all the more complicated. I hope you get the strength to overcome this, because I know you can.
Anyways I hope your problems go swiftly away.

Anneka

I think it is a great poem.
Very powerful and strong emotions.
I think it makes this a greta poem.

However if you are really doing this....I mean cutting yourself. Please talk to someone about it, cause it is very dangerous and a sign things are not going good at all.
I don't want to put my nose into things were they don't belong but hearing you say this...it worries me. I hope I just misunderstood....but if not and you need someone to talk to..you can always pm me.

:love: