I think things started to get bad,
When I started cutting to reach a point,
A depth, validation,
Rather than to cope.
I think my downfall became evident,
When I started hurting myself,
Without a reasons,
On Christmas,
On my birthday,
During school,
At night,
On vacation.
I think it became too late,
When I started cutting in my dreams,
When it was all I could ever,
Think about.
When I die,
My skin will have worn away,
But archeologists will see the scars,
Where my heart used to be.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC
I think things started to get bad,
When I started cutting to reach a point,
A depth, validation,
Rather than to cope.
I think my downfall became evident,
When I started hurting myself,
Without a reasons,
On Christmas,
On my birthday,
During school,
At night,
On vacation.
I think it became too late,
When I started cutting in my dreams,
When it was all I could ever,
Think about.
When I die,
My skin will have worn away,
But archeologists will see the scars,
Where my heart used to be.
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