In my room

I sit up in my room And then the sadness begins Out comes the knife And cuts deep into my skin I wince in pain But I don't cry out I know you will think im troubled Mental perhaps But all I want is freedom And a chance Suicide I have tried But Im still here Alive and breathing All I want is to Be painless inside No more torture From my inner self To escape from this life Was what I once wanted But know I want to Solve my emotions So please listen instead Of hate me For what those Around me caused.

By Fiona round written Tues 19th April 2004