Mistake
The mistake I made
Was to write
To use my knowledge
To use my sight
I slit my wrist
I write about my pain
Write about my sadness
But what do I gain
The reason I write
Is to help those who have pain to
To let my sorrows out
To help me and you
So if you don't like it
I don't even care
Because their not you
There for others who do.
By Fiona round