The Psychotic Panarama Of Me
By Midian
I'm cutting again. Can I get the cancer out? My life is a struggle. That I cannot escape. I think about it sometimes. And bleed for purity. Lonliness rips me apart, and pain splinters my mind. Sometimes I cry for help, but then I remember, That no one can hear me. That it is all in my head, and I won't let them know, just how miserable I am. Because they won't understand, and I will not be pitied, by those who are ignorant, with minds sealed shut, and blind eye turned away, so I keep the hurt inside, and put on a pretty face, so that all seems right, and I fester alone. Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 02:46 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 18 • 0 • 1
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"I'm cutting again...."