Now It's Better.
It's shiny sharpness warms my heart, though I know it may hurt.
The tip of it pierces my wrist, on drop of blood revealed.
Friends say to sop, but I ignore.
I tell them it's fine.
Is it?
Yes, but my arms becoem scared and uglier than before.
I hide myself ith long sleeved shirts and jeans that are too tight.
I hope the lines don't catch my teacher's and parent's eyes!
I can be some-what happy, not just pretend for eternity.
So yes, it's better now.
I can actually laugh in truth.
Try and stop me!
Only a loved one could make me cease.
Ask me to stop, I dare you!
Just remember when you request, that i was better.
Now It's Better.
Peachie_Pie · Fri Sep 08, 2006 @ 12:23am · 0 Comments |