Anorexia, bulimic , feeling lonely, depression and being emo are some of the worlds pains. Nobody clearly understand when people cut themselves but these poems and show their pain that nobody will ever understand until they live it.
Poem made for all those who are called names, who are told that they are being different, that they don’t value the same. But specially for those who have started to believe in those horrible words. We are all the same, don’t you ever forget it.