It’s funny how you judge me <br />For how I release my pain <br />You look at me and think <br />That I must be going insane <br /> <br />But who are you to say <br />That what I chose to do is wrong <br />The one thing that may have saved my life <br />Has been no good all along? <br /> <br />Maybe I should follow you <br />And sit back and have a drink? <br />Then maybe for a little while <br />I wouldn’t have to think <br /> <br />And then because of the alcohol <br />Of my body I may lose control <br /> <br />But that’s ok to you <br />Because it’s every ones else solution <br />And of course what I do is a delusion <br /> <br />Even though it picks me up when I’m down <br />And all you do is drown, <br />You’re sorrows, only to face them again tomorrow<br /><br />Amelie Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-harm-3/
