It's a problem with ignorance written all over it "Why would you want to kill yourself?" It wasn't suicide Sometimes the day just gets to you Imagine an alcholic sitting in his chair Lit up only by the unpleasent glow of his TV Chugging down his beer to wash everything away My problem is the same It's a jungle in my mind I have to cut things out of my way And in the end I get lost In society and I have to wake up Every single morning of my life And I have to realize That I am an outcast And if you need proof just look at my arms
Reason for writing:
I think pretty much all of you have read other poems about the whole self mutalation thing. Just on some days I get to thinking about it too much and there is nothing else to do but write about it. I'm sorry if you are tired about hearing it.
Birth sign: Libra
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