Spilling to markPain and suffering makes me feel whole, Cutting, screaming, throwing things at the wall.Spilling to mark
Hurting, starving, and music about death, Things that make me feel real, When people say I'm depressed.
Red and black, colours so dark, Cutting my wrist, blood spilling to mark, A change in my life, No happiness sounding only tears streaming And scars forming.
Robbies PoemFeeling hopelessness and pathetic, The war at home still raging, Maybe this was a normal day,Robbies Poem
The jagged knife of sadness and depression, Slowly breaking me down.
This feeling started to show, And an opportunity suddenly rang as the lunch bell sounded taking the walk of shame to the boys toilets, these vicious thoughts racing through my mind.
Looking at the sustaining pole above my head, Tears running down my face, I remembered that girl, the girl I knew could make all these feelings go away, who made me happy and gave me the feeling of hope. Th
PainI hate the way you can't be here I hate it when you have to leave, I hate the way you say you'll stay But deep down I want you to know all I do is bleed.Pain
I try to run away and hide, From all the hurt, the cuts, the way you make me feel inside. You say you think you know me, And tell me how I should feel, But how can I feel for something that isn't real.
All I used to do was wish, For that day you'd hold me tight, But now all I can do is cry and silently scream your name at night.
Oh how my heart bleeds For the love and affection I so dearly crav
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