A cut, just once,
Not too deep, no blood,
Will change your life,
Tears will flood,
And notes get written,
Just numbness inside,
Smiles become fake,
Happiness hides,
Demons awaken,
And take over a head,
In the end, that cut,
Painted your heart red.
A cut, once again,
A life won't be saved,
That cut was the day,
You dug your own grave.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
