Poems from ammamerck
I sliced my legs
and marked my arms
found comfort
in self-harm.
I cut my hips
and slit my wrists
told myself that
I was worthless.
...
Cut me open
tear me apart,
This life wasn't chosen,
so rip out my heart.
Replace it with stones
so that I may turn cold.
Only then will...
Father is angry
brother is crazy.
Mama is worried
but sister is perky.
Arguing constantly
everyone hates me.
Or I don't seem to matter...