Breathing (Nothing Left)
I was stabbing at my wrists with paper clips and toys Because the pain felt good throbbing through my brain And I was lonely writing songs about my face And they said that was a problem So they took away my world inside And gave my books I never looked at They diagnosed me with a heinous beast They drugged me for my low self-esteem They called it depression I called it breathing But when everything's blue inside the lines I guess that means you're different I went along with it and in no time I had forgotten Why I'm strange and what used to be me What it feels like to throb and bleed And I feel like I've betrayed myself Because the doctors stopped my breath And now there's nothing left of KatieYes it's a cutting poem. From an anti-cutting-poem person. But I suffer from no delusions of this being good. I just keep it here because it was the first poem I ever submitted to AP. A living piece of kat cobain history. Isn't it marvelous? ~*~Kat C~*~ Written August 16th, 2001 © on Aug 16 2001 02:34 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 1
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"I was stabbing at my wrists with paper clips and toys..."