People yell and scream

The anger fills me

They tell me No

The sadness kills me

Rejection at every turn

Don¨¨t know where to go

I resort to my old ways to cope

Should I drink

Should I toke on the pipe

Should I run away yet again

I think not, none of that works anymore

I will cut

I will pierce my skin just a little

Enough to release the emotional trauma

Just a little so they know I hurt

So they no this is no game

The pain fills me every second

The OCD and worry consumes my every thought.

Where is my inspiration?

Where is the train of hope ?

I think about the blade as a way of coping this day.