She knows now
what use to be my escape
and I never wanted her
to know
I sit there waiting
for her to cry
the blood stops flowing
to my face
I brace
myself for the pain
and tons of rain
I told my shrink
to never tell
but he didnt listen
I sit there
desinagrating
as his words fell
I sink down in the chair
He keeps talking....
about when I was in
depression
to never tell
but he didnt listen
I sit there
desinagrating
as his words fell
I sink down in the chair
He keeps talking....
about when I was in
depression
I looked at him
with a shocked look
and then looked at her
I wonder
what my mother
is thinking
I can't tell
if she has a pained look
and if a tear had fell
I had rather
burn in hell
than tell
my mother that
I was a cutter
Is it so hard
for a shrink
to keep his mouth shut
it caught me off guard
We get to the car
and my mom had a worried look
she seemed sad
She asked
Where I cut myself
My wrist
I made a fist
and put out my wrist
for her to see
I told her that
I didnt want to
Talk about it
I thought she was
going to have a fit
I feel naked
now that she knows
I'm sorry Mother....
I never wanted you to know
that I was a cutter
Yeah I know I havent written in a loooong time. This poem is kinda old....some what....my fuckin shrink told my mom that I was a cutter. I'm never gonna see him again......fuck that shit >/
