It’s happening again.
I know I can’t stop it.
The anger
The sadness
Oh how I long for someone
To accept me
For who I am
I’m tired of
Listening to
This shit
The only way
I can make
This stop
Is by making
Myself hurt
Even more
The cuts appear
More and more
I wish this
Would stop
But to make
Myself not
Do this is
Like telling
Someone to
Fuck me,
Rape me,
Do what they please
With me
Oh how I long
For someone
To accept me
For who I am.
