They just look like paper cuts, only skin deep.
The paper cuts are of a reminder of crying myself to sleep.
They just look like paper cuts, imprinted on my arm.
Too bad these paper cuts are caused by my self harm.
They just look like paper cuts, whispers of stinging hurt.
Hurt that is easily hidden by a long sleeve shirt.
They just look like paper cuts, barely there to stay.
Too bad these paper cuts will never go away.
They just look like paper cuts, but why do they scar?
It's because these paper cuts are much deeper by far.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
They just look like paper cuts, only skin deep.
The paper cuts are of a reminder of crying myself to sleep.
They just look like paper cuts, imprinted on my arm.
Too bad these paper cuts are caused by my self harm.
They just look like paper cuts, whispers of stinging hurt.
Hurt that is easily hidden by a long sleeve shirt.
They just look like paper cuts, barely there to stay.
Too bad these paper cuts will never go away.
They just look like paper cuts, but why do they scar?
It's because these paper cuts are much deeper by far.
I honestly hate all of my work.
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