Originally Posted by
helpwanted101 
poem
I have yet to die
My breath is strange
I don't want to live my
Life like this...
Any more.
If I could
I would cut
Just to breathe
To relax
To remind me
I am still here
If that
Last breath came.
I would be painless
Free
Sinless
If they
cried.
It was a mistake.
If only
I could start over.
I would have
Not hurt me or
others.
But who cares about
"If only"
I am stuck.
With my past.
Me.
I want them
to care.
To understand.
To hold me tight.
Never let go.
A shoulder to cry on.
Why can't
I open my
eyes.
To see what
is in front of
Me?
Thanks for posting this poem, help. I really like it. It's really brave of you to put your feelings out here like this. And good for you for not cutting. It's easy to give in, but in the long run you'll feel better that you didn't.
You may be stuck with your past, but you are not stuck with your future. You're still young and you have a bright future ahead of you, with lots more friends and shoulders to cry on. Just keeping holding on and being brave.