Cuts
*= the first line
blood down my arm
knife in my hand
i'm using the wrong thing
to cope again
i know that it's bad
i know that it's wrong
i never want to show anyone
the lines that i've drawn
no one would want to see
a little freak like me
with lines on his arms
and scars on his knees
maybe that's why i do it
maybe that why i distance myself
i know it's not right
but i still want to hurt myself
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ash's poems
Thơ caThese are just some poems. I enjoy writing a lot so that's pretty much the extent of the situation. If you want me to write a poem for you I would be happy to so yes I'm open to request. And if you want to use one of my poems in a book then just ask...
