depressionofbecca

Baby Claire

He says baby don't cut

She says please do cut

I don't know who to listen to 

So, I listen to him

Then I decide he's wrong

So I listen to her

I listen to Claire

I listen to that voice in my head 

Even though he is really tempting 

I don't listen to him

He tells me this is a bad idea

I don't care

One cut, two cut, three cut four

Could once more hurt just a little bit more

Five, six, seven eight nine

Ten streaks of red flowing down

Down my arm

Eleven twelve countless more

How many cuts till I bleed out

Bitch, bitch

Carve bitch into your thigh

She says

I listen 

I am that

I am a bitch

Die,die

Take the knife

Stab stab

Right in the chest

No more heart 

No more Claire

 No more Him

 

Comments3

  • Paul Bell

    This is a tough one.
    We all have those little voices, that for some reason never ask you to do good things. This is when you need an over-riding mechanism to countereact the voices.

    • depressionofbecca

      It is tough it realy is expecially when people say that you make this up. saying there is now way this is happening you are too young.

    • orchidee

      I 'like' this, in the expression of the situation.
      Hope you find peace and acceptance of yourself. πŸ™‚

    • fallenAngel1πŸ•Š

      Only a feeble minded person would think your making it up because your "too young". Age is one of many things mental illness has no boundaries for. Stay strongπŸŒŸπŸ•Š

      • depressionofbecca

        I just wish everyone else would see things that way too.

        • fallenAngel1πŸ•Š

          Try to educate them. For they know not what they speak of.πŸ“šπŸŽ“



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