The stained razorblade lays next to the sink <br />Blood flows from my self-inflected cuts <br />People say its not normal that I'm a freak <br />And I'm not sure when it'll be enough <br /> <br />Kill me carved in each of my forearms <br />Love me carved on each of my hands <br />An advocate for cutting and self-harm <br />But all I am is an imperfect man <br /> <br />But I can say that I bleed for you <br />Even though I know you really don't care <br />And I really don't know what else to do <br />I'm just so hurt and so very scared <br /> <br />I know that you never really loved me <br />Even though I love you more than life <br />I just wish we could've been happy <br />But all you did was yell at me each night <br /> <br />So I'll keep cutting my imperfect skin <br />And watch with excitement as they bleed <br />I'm just waiting to feel whole again <br />When from this heartache will I be freed<br /><br />Patrick Shields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/32-new-cuts/
