You cry all night but it dossen't matter
Play with your razors
Hear the clatter
Slit your wrists hear the blood splater
Feel your heart start to shatter
Iut you know what
It dosen't matter
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
