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...