This is just a poem of how I'm feeling tonight
If the world would just be nice and stop attacking from all angles
Maybe I could catch my breath and look forward to another day
If the heavens would open up and send down some love
Maybe I would feel less broken and get a break from all the pain
If I still believed that hoping for a better day made any difference
Maybe I could go on and hope and my days would be brighter
If the coldness that surrounded me would just ease up a little
Maybe I could feel the warmth and start to thaw
If I had a better way of dealing with the stress and anxiety
Maybe I wouldn’t have to put this knife at my wrist and make a cut
If I had a way to ease the guilt that this brings
Maybe I wouldn’t have to shed so many tears when I am done
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Why Do I Cut?
Non-FictionI have turned this poem into more of a short story or journal...I honestly don't know what to call it. It will just have my honest feelings and reasons behind why I cut
