My arms hurt, but I don't care
The pain spreads everywhere
I can't say much, this is what I wanted
The cuts are hidden, where they can't be flawnted
The razor is old, but still sharp
Out of all the things that hurt, what hurts worst is my heart
A slow painful ache that dossen't seem to stop
Each cut holds a thought-
Why do you say these things?
Why am I like this?
You don't get me!
Sick of feeling empty,
I want it to end, I want it to stop.
This pain will end, no mater what
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I wrote this in 7th grade when I first started to cut. I found this in my old binder, and I knew right away I had to post it! Hope you like and comment <3
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
