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i beat the **** out of my leg and try not to limp
i run a pen along my skin until it hurts
i dig my fingernails into my neck in the middle of class
i go into the bathroom and hope no one hears as i make myself bleed
im sorry
Her blood ran deep
So did her cuts.
She loved seeing the blood slowly seep from her wrists
and she covered them up
She broke glass and cut too deep
Her scars are what hold her past-
-Or what's left of it.
She never told anybody
She thought she deserved it.
Now, a year clean, her scars show her
fears
faults
memories
weaknesses.
But she's proud.
Cutting is like an art
Scratch is where you start
Simple at first
But you will experience worse

It's a way to cope
But remember there's hope
Just keep fighting
And believe on something

It will never have an expiration
If you don't have determination
Battle it up
And never give up

It may be hard
But never discard
Don't give in
Just always breathe in
So.. this is the poem I wrote for the self-harmers out there.
always remember that you're not alone.. i understand the pain that you're going through cause im also going through pain at the moment.
tho i don't know you people personally, i really care about people that are going through pain and grief..
Cutting
Choose your spot
Cutting
Shine it nice
Cutting
Pretend your real
Cutting
Shed a tear
Cutting
Let the blade arrive
Cutting
Give direction
Cutting
Sigh your perfect sigh
Cutting
Show your shallow smile
Cutting
Bleed alone
Cutting
Die alone.....
When you look into my eyes, do you see the damage?
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