It Gets Better

Do you cut? It gets better trust me.

It Gets Better

I walked through those halls,
I took note of it all.
I noticed fads and the designer bags.
I felt the heavy atmosphere full of rumors and hidden lives.

I use to sit in the corner
The last desk of the row.

I remembered that night,
The one they all still
Laugh about.

My screams were loud
Full of pain and suffering.
The metal was cold
My blood was warm
And the room was dark.
I cut too deep, but I didn't care.
The pain helped, it showed me hope.
I at least had my mind off of that one thing.

I next woke up in a hospital bed.
My parents showed me love,
That they actually cared.
They took me away to a different place.

Few years later, I'm different now.
I have many friends
And much hope.
But more important I have love.
The sadness is gone
The anger has vanished
I beat that addiction.
But I keep the scars as a reminder.

To show me that I'm better than that.