Scratched My Wrist
It hurts painfully, Why must I be perfect? Just like my brother? I scratched my wrists, 'til they bled, Missing a vein, Not by much, not at all. I'm a brainy person, Have a lot of smarts, I'm an artist, a poet A writer as well, I even have a boyfriend, Don't I just have it all? No. I have people, Expecting way too much, Like all A's forever, And the best at all the sports, I just want to sit to cry, I'm just the quiet one, I do the best I can, What the hell more do you want? Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 09:47 AM PST, Jennifer 0 • 1
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"It hurts painfully,..."