Ramble

What can I do
Just make this pain go away
I need something new
I already cut
I even burnt myself
But now
With my empty room
I can't find a release
This poetry
Does nothing for me
My library card
Does nothing but scratch
It won't draw blood
My paper clip
Was taken from me

Some may say
You just want pity
You want people to feel sorry
You want attention
You have issues
Which I guess that's true
They call you stupid
Or mental
Saying you need the loony bin
But
You know you're not crazy
Or stupid
You just want to feel happy
Or want to be loved
Sometimes you're even punishing yourself

They won't understand
They don't care
And they don't want to
They just ignore it
Or try to send you away
They find it annoying
Few may actually want to help
Not the fake help though
Like doctors
Just in it for the money
But us "cutters"
Aren't stupid
We just feel alone
We just torture ourselves
That doesn't make us crazy

We deep down
Just want to be happy