Sick And Tired
Depression, saddness
hopes, dreams
all things i have,
two things i want
i want to feel happy,
feel warmth.
im so cold.
i cant get warm. nothing helps.
blankets dont do any good.
im cold inside, not out.
my skin hurts
my hands hurt
they are sick.
sick and tired of cutting.
holding the blade
making the motion to slide the blade into my arm
tired of providing the presure, the pain, the blood.
tired.
sick.
sick and tired of it all.
poem by Xx. Emo Chick .xx Mrt.
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