Years before maturing, I hurt.
Physically and emotionally. Inside and outside.
Emotionally is caused by other people,
Physically is caused by me.
Words people tell me
Cause me to think about,
And believe everything they say.
The words cause too much inside pain.
I need a distraction, dead is to extreme.
I take the knife and pull across my wrist.
And watch the blood flow, feeling relieved