listen to the screaming inside <br />no one can hear it besides me <br />you can see my pale arms <br />you can see my scars <br />everyone says it wont last <br />but i put the blade to my wrist <br />and there is bright red blood running down my arm <br />i am a cutter <br />im not proud of it <br />it gets worse cut after cut <br />i seek for relief <br />cant stop its the only relief i have <br />i cant make the pain go away <br />i toss and turn all night in my bed <br />all i dream of is the pain that i am in <br />im trapped in a haze of red <br />now my cutting is a curse, something i cant stop <br />all i want is relief <br />im going through a life of hell, relief i seek but not found <br />i hate what i did what i do <br />i hate myself and the thoughts in my head <br />but now more and more i want to be dead! ! ! !<br /><br />misty sa...<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wat-happens-when-you-cant-find-relief/
