The more I cut the better I get at hiding them,
I'm cutting everyday, over nothing.
I became a liar and a cheat, depressed and desperate.
Everything minor added up into something major,
I'm scared to tell someone.
I don't want to be judged,
I'm scared if disappointing the people I love.
I became a liar and a cheat, pushed people away and wanted to be alone.
I became a frequent self harmer who is now learning to just deal with it... Because there's nothing else I can do.
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Why do I Self-Harm?
PoetryMy story of self harm and what it did to my life. This started of as one poem but I just added and added to it... Not really a poem as such any more.