An empty girl, an empty girl
Sitting silently on the floor,
Her sleeve rolled up, exposing skin,
She drags the blade and presses in.
The pain it brings can not compare,
To the joy she knows will soon be there.
It's worth the scars that never heal.
For just a moment, not to feel.
(cut-until-you-die)
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Self Harm Poems and Qoutes
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Giving credit to anyone I am aware of, If this is your, please let me know, so I can give you credit! I don't claim any of these (Unless boldly stated) as my own.
