Lisa's Writings...

Lisa's Writings...

( 8:26 PM ) Lisa
Simple Mistake
9-10-03

One bad day ruined it all
First I stumble, than I fall
I didn't think twice
But the stinging felt so nice
I griped the razor without a thought
Whispering, "It's all his fault"
Making my pain disappear
As my skin began to tear
I watched as the blood covered my skin
And I went over it again
Then my hand began to shake
As I realized my mistake
So I put the knife away
And thought about the mistake I just made
I sat in the corner and cried
And stared at my blood as it dried
With just a slight stumble,
My whole world began to crumble #

Lisa. 16. Sicilian. Chicago. Southside. Junior in high school. Mood swings. Rebel. Musician. Flute. Bass. Nipple fetish. Short. Weird. Athletic. Middle Child. Likes surveys. Labeled as "Punk" and "Goth." Sees no point in labels. Smart. Debates. Yells a lot. Reads. Writes. Penguins are awesome. Hates curly hair. Hates phones. Dyed black hair. 4.3 GPA. Quiet. Little feet. Black clothes. Chains. Spikes. Bad temper. Impatient. Hates shopping.