DARK CHILDHOODA Poem by Wannabewriter16MY CHILDHOOD
DARK CHILDHOOD
Death was surrounding me everywhere I went, loved one’s dying and leaving me alone. Any time I tried to escape from the painful words of my dad I slipped into a dark hole. Right around the age of 11 I had thoughts of suicide, I wanted to do it so badly, no one understood me and how badly I hated life. Knowing that I would be giving into the same weakness that my best friend had been what kept me alive. Crazy thoughts of how worthless I was flashed through my head. Hatred for the people that left my side when they promised not to filled my body. I wanted to find a way to release the hatred out, but I had no idea how until I saw a blade. Like the stupid child I was I started cutting to take the pain and hatred out. Didn’t realize just how bad it was to do what I was doing because it was helping me. However hard I tried to stop I couldn’t. Once I started I couldn’t stop. Over and over I cut my skin,never happy with anything in life. Day in and day out I was always so sad that I’d start cutting then I’d cry myself to sleep.
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