Make It End...

I wrote this back when I was still a depressed little teen who cut herself for attention. I also cut myself once because of a major anxiety attack that I had when I thought I was pregnant...

Make It End

Cut, cut,
Blood rush,
Make this suffering end.
My heart is broken,
Cold and sore.
No one wants it,
Not even me.
In this game,
This game of love,
You win or loose
And I have lost.

Author's Note

As it says in the discription I had a major anxiety attack once because I thought I was pregnant...I was idiotic and cut my left arm with a hack saw...nothing real bad became of the wound but I later found out that I was pregnant. But Tragdy hit me as it always seems to and I lost my child (A girl I believe from the many dreams I had of a baby girl) at four months due to "too much stress and over exertion" as my Doctor put it...something like that. I was devastated...but I will never forget The child in my dreams, the child that had been growing in my womb...The child that was taken before she had a chance to actually live...R.I.P. Melody Karissa Wood...I love you De Veras Aig Les