You think I want to?
I don't
I don't wanna pick up the blade
I have to
That's something you don't understand
One cuts turns to two
Two turns to four
I see the blood puddled on the floor
The sting on my skin
Letting me feel again
Letting me know I'm alive....
If it was that easy to quite
I would have...
But it's not
Z.M.
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Poetry about Self harm
PoetryHave you ever self harmed, thought about it, and said you weren't enough? These are poetry pieces that I wrote about these things as I am going through them
