My Problem at NightA Poem by StayStrong123456789Everything that is numbEven I know that I'm in to deep, To deep to even care about my life, The cuts get deeper each time, As if no one cares, the glass is mt escape!
You'll never get why I do it, why would you? The pain I feel comes at night, When you least expect it, I cry but no one hears, Tell me to stop, tell me to care, Tell me that cutting just isn't worth it!
Look me in the eye and say, "I'm here for you," That's all I need, for someone to care, and yet, you can't even manage that yet??
-K © 2012 StayStrong123456789Author's Note
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