To cut, to release

The anger exploding out like a beast

From the pain my family inflicts

Becomes physical abrasions on my wrist

But my wrist alone does not suffer

My left arm now also encounters

The bleeding, the anger

My life: A disaster

Consumed by this sadness that grips my mind

Let me to darkness and thoughts of suicide

I am friends with loneliness

Now the only emotion I feel is hopelessness

Why should I have the desire to live

When I have very little recipients to whom to give

However, for some reason I do

Maybe somebody someday for me will come through