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I'm 14 years old, and I have a problem with cutting myself. I never meant to hurt anyone but myself when I wrote this. Right now my parents still do not know that I cut myself, but I plan to tell them soon. My friends are very concerned with my physical health. They're afraid that I will -cut myself to death-. But as I said, I'm only 14. I'm in 8th grade in Sodus, New York, and I have a problem with cutting...
A Hidden Horror
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Jenna Burnell
Everyone has problems,
Some may be worse and some not as bad.
But when it comes to hurting yourself,
All you feel is sad…
Trying just to get away,
Hiding myself from the world.
Trying to make it all better,
When I’m finally becoming up-whirled…
Looking for an escape,
Just thinking I should die.
Telling my parents what they want to hear,
Knowing that it’s all a lie…
I go upstairs and go through my drawer,
Then finally pull it out.
Cutting and cutting,
Until I eventually feel worn-out…
I hide it each day, everyday I live,
Just hoping no one will find out.
I don’t do it to die, I just do it to let go,
And hoping someday I’ll finally breakout.
Breakout of my shell and finally reveal,
A secret that has forever been sealed…
A Hidden Horror by Jenna Burnell @FamilyFriendPoems
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Some may be worse and some not as bad.
But when it comes to hurting yourself,
All you feel is sad…
Trying just to get away,
Hiding myself from the world.
Trying to make it all better,
When I’m finally becoming up-whirled…
Looking for an escape,
Just thinking I should die.
Telling my parents what they want to hear,
Knowing that it’s all a lie…
I go upstairs and go through my drawer,
Then finally pull it out.
Cutting and cutting,
Until I eventually feel worn-out…
I hide it each day, everyday I live,
Just hoping no one will find out.
I don’t do it to die, I just do it to let go,
And hoping someday I’ll finally breakout.
Breakout of my shell and finally reveal,
A secret that has forever been sealed…
A Hidden Horror by Jenna Burnell @FamilyFriendPoems
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