You tell me that you have it under control
Knowing that you find bliss
Makes me start to miss
Everything about cutting
It brings back memories
And I don't know if I should give in
I won't
Pretend I'm happy
I won't
Act like I'm okay with this
And I won't
Give in to my desires
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Poems by a Broken One
RandomPoems for the broken. The ones that hate themselves, and everyone around them. The ones that are outcast or weirdos. The ones that hate themselves, the ones the want to die. The ones that cut, or purge, or starve. These are poems written by the brok...
