Momma, see, I've got this curse,
I hurt myself; my God it hurts,
I tried to stop but it made me worse
I've cleaned more wounds than a full-time nurse.
I have this thing inside of me,
It just can't stomach me being me.
It turns and twists and I can't be free,
It burns, it cuts, it scratches me.
Momma, see, it's at it's worst,
I've lost control and how it hurts.
I tried to cope but I made it worse.
I needed help to kill this curse.
These scars are now a part of me,
These wounds a tragic diary.
I hope, I pray, I beg, I plead,
I cry, I scream, I bite, I bleed.
Momma, see, I'm all alone.
It doesn't matter if you're at home.
It doesn't matter if you care,
Soon enough I won't be there.
(Don't freak out, yes i did cut myself, but i havent since January 2010, and now that i dont do it anymore i thought maybe posting it would be okay, I wrote this on December 16, 2009)
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