Depression Poems and Quotes

Cuts...

This one I wroteJ

Mommy started drinking,
when daddy walked out the door.
"This is all your fault,
You dirty little whore!"

1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts, 4.
the only thing shes thinking,
'I cant do this anymore.'

the words hurt worse,
then moms hands had ever caused.
they burned down deep,
all the way to the core.

The bruises would heal,
and the scars will fade.
But the memories are the things
that will never go away.

1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts, 4.
the only thing shes thinking,
'What am I living this life for?'

Standing in front of the mirror,
with blood running down her wrists,
she looks at her self and says,
"I thought I was stronger then this."

She cleaned up the mess,
and picked up the knife.
And with one last glace,
she ended her life.

1 cut, 2 cuts, 3 cuts, 4.
she's no longer thinking',
'Why was I born?'

~ me