Slipping Slightly

I'm the same person
You see everyday.
Black eyeliner - stripy socks
Trying to ignore what people say.

People call me Emo
A Goth and a freak,
I don't say anything to them,
I don't even speak.

After school each day,
I come home and cry.
Wishing for the names to stop,
And for myself to die.

As I wipe away the tears
And clench my fist,
I take this sharp blade -
Across my wrist.

The door is locked
The blood is flowing
Down my wrist,
But the pain isn't going.

No - one will know
What goes on in the room,
But me and the blood stains,
That adds to the gloom.

As the chilling night draws in,
I cry myself to sleep
And escape from all
As I dreem so deep.

Morning arrives
And along comes the pain,
Scars bleed and heal
But it still leaves a blood stain.

From beginning to end
The story starts
And so does the pain
That hurts like darts.

By Kirsty MCulley