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Apr 2019
I know that it breaks you
when you see those cuts on my arms
I know it hurts you when
I tell you how
I want to **** myself

I stared at the mirror
At my tear stained face
At the red lines on my arm

Tears
pieces of me
slide down my cheeks
my heart aches
and I am drowning
every night in my own feelings

I'm sorry that I'm broken
I'm apologize for being this way
I'm sorry that I'm here
and if anything happens...
I'm sorry that I broke you a little
with those painful texts

I'm sorry....that I am so broken
Day 17 of the month long poetry prompt challenge
Aspen
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