November 19, 2008
By Anonymous

Walking around in school,
like a normal person, I try to fool,
the people all around me.
I am not exactly what they see.
Inside, no one knows how I feel,
whatever it is, it really kills.
I am not perfect, I am not strong,
I am doing my best to try to belong.
When I have a bad day,
I go to my room and lay.
I then look for my hidden knife,
thinking about my life.
I slowly start to cut into my arm,
not even caring about the harm.
I instantly feel the pain,
as the blood starts to stain.
I then go back to bed and start to dream,
I wake up hearing a scream.
I cry myself back to sleep,
thinking about all the scars im going to keep.

The author's comments:
I'm just a normal teen in high school writing about what I see and feel.

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on Apr. 3 2009 at 2:35 am
IRBFGW DIAMOND, Cincinnati, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"Hey, assbutt!" Supernatural, Castiel.

this was a beutiful piece of poetry, masterpiece!

on Apr. 2 2009 at 3:49 pm
ryangallagher BRONZE, Cincinnati, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind." -- Albert Einstein

i see this a's heartbreaking


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