My Corner

I sit in a corner,

it feels like my only home,

not wanted anywhere,

at school i just sit,

ignoring the names,

tryin to forget the looks,

at my house,

i try to avoid the fights,

i'm unwanted company,

everywhere i go,

the hurt,

cant be said,

the tears,

cant be seen,

my only form of release,

is self injury,

i cut my wrists,

burn my skin,

scratch at every little mistake iv made,

alone in my corner,

the only place that feels like home.

Reviews

[zero binty]

Horrific honesty. Welcomed, but painful. The cycle ends when you make it end. If you have the strength to reveal detail, you know what else you have the strength for.