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May 2015
I thought I could handle it
I thought it could be beat
Obviously not
I look like a carved piece of meat
Carved on my legs,chest and all up my arms
I look down at them and they're littered in scars
"you're an attention seeking **** and that's why you self harm"
You and I know this isn't true
So if you say that again
I'LL ******* **** YOU
Ok maybe not but just think
Maybe your words are the missing link
Insulting a harmer with nothing to loose and everything to gain
So next time before you insult them
Remember it causes them more pain
Its happened to me and this is how I cope
Listen to my story or find me on a rope

I was feeling depressed but creative
Look at the scar I just made
I let pain out by using a blade
Its not the scar you think
This affected my brain
It helped at first but then caused more pain
But that's what I wanted my tears and blood to rain
But that didn't happen
It was just a tiny scratch
It wasn't enough
I'm not a shaver but I decided to use a razor

I introduced the razor to the scissors
The razor took over and scissors said goodbye
The razor was enough
Enough to make me cry
Cry tears and blood
At last I thought
But soon again it wasn't enough

This morning I met the knife
And the knife was pleased
It made me bleed
Bleed more than my need
What has happened to the boy I was before
No pain no scars so pure
Self harm is a monster trying to lure
Lure innocent victims into its arms
And changing their arms with big ugly scars

Next i might meet death when the pain is too much
When im sick of people afraid of my touch
Afraid of being infected
Self harm isn't an infection
Its my monster that claims my body
Section by section

Now I accept defeat
Death is my retreat
Written by
James Hill  London
(London)   
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