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 Nov 2013 sophie
Natalka
Wrists
 Nov 2013 sophie
Natalka
Wrists are for bracelets
                                             not cutting.
so tell me why,
                               I have scars on my arm,
                                                            ­             and bracelets on my desk
 Nov 2013 sophie
Mariah
Slit wrists
 Nov 2013 sophie
Mariah
I slit my wrist to ease the pain,
you look at me, and think I’m insane,
my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears,
and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Look at my scars then you will see,
why I can’t seem to go around and fake happy,
yet you tell me you love me, that you’ll forget,
for I’ll soon be gone, and I’ll be your greatest regret.
So let me die, broken and scarred,
I can’t deal with life, it’s getting far too hard,
everything’s gone wrong, it’s not worth trying,
so leave me alone because I feel like I’m dying,
I don’t want you to worry,
because my life is ending in a hurry,
I’ll be fine, and happy you see,
for death is what I wished for and soon it will be.

— The End —