Some ask her why she cuts.
Many others say she should stop.
She tells them that it works,
Since she likes the way it hurts.
No one understands,
Why she cuts near her hands.
No one sees behind her fake smiles,
Even though she's been like that for a while.
Also, no one can tell,
That she lives in a mental hell.
No one helps ease her pain,
But everyone asks her why,
She always finds a reason to cry?
Cutting is her escape,
Because her pain leaves her,
Along with that drip of blood.
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Love and Heartbreak Poems and Stories
PoetryI write poems about love, life, death, happiness... Anything really. I also write poems for people, and if you want me to write you a poem, inbox me and I'll inbox you the poem but I still receive the credit. Hope you enjoy! Yes, everything in this...
