Scared Ange   
                                                       Poems
Cutting on my arms,
Carving out my pain,                       
Nobody understands,
Everyone is afraid,
Scars on my arms,
Shame in my eyes,
Scars on my soul
Pain in my heart,
The desire to cut,
The need to stop,
A tug of war in my heart,
It will soon tear me apart,
Tears falling down,
Blood all around,
Cutting on my arms,
Wanting to be some place else,
Wishing I was someone other that me,
Not knowing who I really want to be,
Sadness overcomes me,
My emotions out of controll,
Cutting is my way of letting my emotions know,
That I want to be in controll.
By: Catrina Ann

        Those cuts that are so deep,
            Feels like a hug from somebody you love,
            Cutting's what I do to myself.
            It' the only thing that makes me happy.

            If only those cuts would stay forever,
            How happy I could be,
            If only I could keep these cuts till the day I die.

          Those cuts are what keeps me alive,
          They make me happy,
          They make my life easier to cope with,
          Those cuts make me happy,
           If only something else could make me happy,
           I'd be a better person,

         If only those cuts could kill me,
         I'd never have to deal with the depression,
         If only those cuts would kill me.
By: *cindy*



Cold nights
 She closes her eyes and her mind drifts away,
As she pulls the covers to her chin,
 Feeling ashamed and all alone,
She gazes into the darkness of her room With the curtains pulled tightly shut,
 And the room turns black as night With her head pounding and her wrists aching,
 She slowly reaches for the phone,
 but hears them whispering.
 “don’t be a burden, let them sleep.” “it’s not their problem the demons you keep.”
She wants to cry,
but the tears are frozen.
 So she sits and tries her hardest,
 to make sense Of the chaos buried deep within her mind.
 But her eyes get heavy as the pencil slows.
 Another feeling buried,
another poem unwritten But maybe they will let her sleep.
Maybe the feelings will go away.
 For the morning will come and the dreams will be forgotten,
The night of torment and pain is over.
It might be hot in her long sleeves and jeans,
 but the night came to an end when she finally gave in.
Written by ~Fallen*angel~