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Support, Information & Expression: Daily life with self-injury

Emotional Prison

My emotion is my prison
I try to share it but they won’t listen
I am forced to act like I am okay
I am hurting inside anyway
Most have blue skies but mine are grey
How the hell Is that okay?
I find a friend I thought I could trust
Three days later she did bust
Everyone knows my troubles now
Most had a cow
They give me pity
It makes me feel shitty
I cut to get it out of me
They just don’t see
All this pain is killing me
One day I will be gone
Til then I just don’t belong

© Beth Smith, 2002

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