My wrist is cut. <br />Blood streams down my arm. <br />Why are you doing this to me? <br />Why do I feel like this? <br />You have made me who I am. <br />A person who cries day and night. <br />A person who can never find happiness. <br />I just wanted you to know <br />But right now you’ll never see me glow. <br />My heart is filled with sadness <br />And you don’t even care.<br /><br />Emily Reid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-50/
