"My parents warned me
About the drugs
Sold in little baggies
On the street
But never did they mention
The drug of pain
When I cut into my own skin
And get addicted
Drugs and cutting are the same
They take away pain
They're addictions
And it's too hard to stop"
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
