I might be..., by Your Everlasting Subscribe to rss feed for Your Everlasting

 I might be a slut.I might be gothic.I can be what I want to
be I don't have to listen to all these fucking preps!I don't
want to!I might be a whore.I might be emo,but does it really
give my "friends" a reason to go behind my back and tell
EVERYONE about the cuts/scars on my wrists and arms.I know
they say they care,but do they?I ask myself this as I drag
the razor blade across my skin.It feels so good,but is it?I
might be thirteen and my answer doesn't matter,but I say
"yes" it does feel good.It feels good to see the scarlet
line seep down the length of my wrist or arm.It feels good
to feel all the pain seep out with the blood.That's what I
think anyways.I might be a bitch.I might be smart.I might
dumb.I might be crazy.I know I'm crazy,crazy for loving
you!

By Your Everlasting at the age of thirteen
Posted: 2009-05-07 23:13:51 UTC

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2009-05-16 15:53:34Your Everlasting
This is for my friends I hope they feel the pain they put me through,especially my ex-boyfriend Ryan.