I wrote this a while ago, around the time my Hubby found out about my self injury. Abandoned Hope You don't know what it's like To do the things I do To feel the way I feel Or what I'm going though. You say stopping should be easy That it's not hard at all You say when I need you All I have to do it call. I do this because I don't know how To handle all this pain So I cut myself repeatedly And let all the hurt be drained. It's away for me to vent my anger And to shed my heavy load To make it thought the week day Without feeling like I'm going to explode. So please don't sit there saying That you completely understand Just because you read a book Or the pamphlet in your hand. Because you don't know what it's like To do the things I do To feel the way I feel Or what I'm going though.