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Don't

December 23, 2009
By Anonymous

The nerves run all through me,
As I see this moment come,
I know you want to help me,
I know just where this comes from.

Your deeds come from your heart,
I know this to be true,
but you don’t understand,
and I can’t explain it to you.

You’re leaving me all alone,
you don’t come from my world,
and now you’re locking me in it,
and my white flag is unfurled.

I know you think its for the best,
that this is the only way to help,
but you can’t see the pain its causing,
you can’t hear my hearts yelp.

So please don’t make me do this,
let me go on with my life,
please stop bringing up things from the past,
just please, drop my knife.


The author's comments:
My friend made me tell my school's guidance counselor my bad habit, and right before we went in, I wrote this poem, to relieve some of the stress and some of the nerves I was feeling. It helped. And him telling worked out ok, too, I guess... =/

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Pillow BRONZE said...
on Jan. 16 2010 at 6:52 pm
Pillow BRONZE, Spokane, Washington
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Wow. I wish I could understand why a person would give themselves those scars. I've tried to make my own friends stop cutting but I realize through your poem and from my own experiences that it's only your choice. I can't make them stop, no matter how much I care and try.