My escape to the world is cutting
I love to paint these pretty picures on my wrist
I feel at peace when i feel the burning sensation
It takes me away from my emotinal pain and self hate
And instead makes me feel relief
So yeah i am a cutter
But what are you?
Because no one is perfect
No one at all
So stop judging
No one is better or worse then you
Dont you see?
That we are all the same
Made from the same dirt and bones
Have the same organs
So now do you see?
The pain that the joke you made to someone
It can actually hurt
It does hurt them
You called her fat
And you called him gay
Since when was it bad to be over weight?
I personally think that you are just drowing in your own self hate
Since when is it such a crime yo be gay
It isnt.
So dont judge
Because remeber cupcakes you aint perfect either ✌
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The Never Ending Battle
PoetryThis is yet again another one of my books filled with poems. On love and abuse and pain and things like that. It is a trigger for emotion so read at your own risk. Okay? okay.
