You say I'm better
For there's no cuts on my wrists
There's a smile playing on my lips
There's no tears in my eyes
Maybe it's an illusion
Just because you don't see them
Doesn't mean they aren't there
Check my hip
The smile that's playing at my lips
Will fade away quick
No tears in my eyes?
That's because when your numb
You feel nothing inside
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
