I can hear you breathing, breathing down my neck, <br />Telling me things I don't want to hear, <br />Grabbing my wrist so I don't slash, <br />Telling me if I do my whole world would crash, <br />You tell me this now; I know you will say it again, <br />Can't you tell I'm sick of it, <br />I know this is wrong but it feels so right, <br />You need to let go of my wrist and don't hold so tight, <br />I can't help it; it makes me feel so good, <br />Yet you say I can't do it, but inside I know I should, <br />It helps with my troubles; it takes all the pain away, <br />It might hurt a bit, but in the end I'll say the same, <br />I like the sight of my blood; it does something to me inside, <br />Slashing is the one thing in which I can confide, <br />In the end I know I'll die, and I'll be the only one to blame, <br />I'm going to be the only one, who can take my life, <br />And in the end, through all the tears, <br />I know inside I will feel no shame.<br /><br />Sherri Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/point-of-view-11/
