Things in my life are okay, but the smallest thing she says, and I can't control my emotions.

It's because of what used to happen. She would yell, and I would cry and cut.

She would take away my loved ones, and I would cry and cut.

She would drive me insane, and I would cry and cut.

She would cry and remove every razor from the house, and I would cry.

Things are better now, but I cannot take a single remark from her. It brings back old wounds, wounds that were once sorrow and are now anger. Sometimes I just want to kill somebody.

It's because I became addicted now.

She nags, and I want to cut.

She ^%#&^es, and I want to cut.

She yells, and I want to cut.

I say I love her, I say I hate her. I think I love him, I think I like him. I don't know what the *&@@ to think.

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Author guidance for This poem

I'm not in the best mood at the moment and just needed to get some emotions out. This is not intended to be a well written story, so don't critique me too harshly. If you're feeling lousy and want to express some feelings, be my guest and add another chapter to the story.

updated Mar 19 '09 by Emma-Rose