Looking down and seeing my wrist
All the scars that loop and twist
I realized that I didn't know who I was
Unless I had torrents of blood
Flowing from my wrists or arms
I realized then and there
That I had to stop and think
Instead of walking to the sink
And grabbing up my favorite knife
And taking another slice
That I would stop and think about these past years
And wonder how it ended here
I realized it never had been easy
Bouncing from boys, drugs and, drinking
All i wanted to do was cry
Screaming at my own self why
This feeling of hurt went down deep
But now I am overcoming
I am overcoming all of my grief.
Hannah Bradford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cut-my-emotions/
