I cut my arm saying f*** the pain
a permanent mark a bloody stain
a slice for every breath i take
my situations could cause a quake
smoke the joint to hide my fears
and hate those i should be near

my life erupts all around
i die inside no scream no sound
a mind with intentions to cause my crumble
i go through life expecting to stumble
little siblings to flip my frown
yet someone always puts me down
i write this line with blood as my ink
F*** YA,LL! NO MORE! i will not sink

This poem was written/submitted by james hudson.