Tears drip down, becoming pink
Mixing with the blood that coats the sink
They are filled with anger, sorrow, and pain
I watch silently as they go down the drain
I have lost all feeling, I am simply numb
As I run the razor down my arm to my thumb
Blood wells up fresh, painting me red
But it doesn't dim the thoughts going through my head
"You're worthless!" I hear "No one cares about you!"
And if I don't think, I can make it through
I surrender all, I never resist
As parallel lines appear on my wrist
When I am done, I wipe my blade clean
And pull down my sleeves so the cuts won't be seen
I turn of the light and get ready to go
But what you don't get is I'm that girl you all know
That girl who is teased for being so weird
That girl at whom you snickered and leered
But now that you know, will you change who you are?
Or will you become the cause of a scar
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"Never underestimate the amount of pain someone has to be in to put a razor to their wrist, a finger down their throat, or a gun to their head."
~anonymous
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PoesíaThis is what I write From down in my soul Darkened with truth A mind in a hole
