this is something i wrote one night when i was bored. i was really depressed
and looked at my arms seeing all the scars. then i wondered why my friends
really bugged me about it. and i was like...well its becuase they dont
understand it. then again i dont completely understand it myself. so i wrote
this poem, to clarify things for me, and for everyone else. its my work, the
best thing i've ever written. heres the poem:

i close my eyes
i sit and cry
i cut my wrists
i now know why
i cut to bleed
and see the red
to stop all the shit
going thought my head
the pain is real
it lets me know
that i'm alive
the scars they show
the nights of fear
of pain and sadness
they're the effect of
my constant madness
the razor blade
its my best bet
to show myself
i'm not dead yet


 
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