With this pen I'll understand myself and write through my pain.
With this blade I'll cut out the hate that runs through my veins.
With this life I'll think about hurting myself again
Just let me remember the life I never had
And let me forget all that I want to
And all my pain has washed away
All my life I run away from myself
I can't say whats on my mind
I can't say whats wrong
I'm afraid it might be too strong
I can change myself today they say
I never really could
With this prayer I'll try to guide myself far away from home
I could'nt tell if this poem was good enough, it's not even done. But it just expresses part of how I feel. I guess it doesnt really matter if the poem is good or not...as long as it means something to the writer.