Poetry of the Disturbed

Broken Promise

I'm sorry

I regret doing it

But I can't change the past

I was and am still a cutter

All I know is the pain brings peace

I stop fighting with myself just for one moment

And just in that moment I feel safe

Though that moment is short lived

I begin fighting with myself even over my weakness to do such a thing

If I stay on the meds it will help me

Right....

I've harmed the ones I love

It's terrifying to watch someone just carve into themselves

Just like what I'm doing

I just lost it when I started

Ten slices on my skin

Stinging pain...

Horrifying bleeeding as my veins flow with red waves

I hate myself can't you tell

My friends don't

My family loves me

But I still attack myself

Cause I hatee the horrific truth that I'm not special

It's saad to think I could believe in myself