EACH CUT
My life was a mistake,
All the cuts i've made were memories,
Of how you called me names or how you hurt me,
My cuts were warnings on how I shouldn't trust people like you,
Now I don't have too,
Ice filled my chest as I collapsed with the knife still in my hand...
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Dark Evil Poems
PoetryPain leaves me numb and unable to move.....Please read and comment on it!