Do you have any idea the pain someone must be in, to take blade to their skin?
To cry so hard and push it in?
Or to starve themselves just to be thin?
The amount of panic a person must feel
To have the couage to eat that handfull of pills
You have no idea the number of people that want to die
Or the ones that ust break down and tend to cry
No one ever thinks before they speak, spitting vemon from their words, making others weak
Their words so harsh to make others hurt their own well being
Those victoms consist of me
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
