It all started with the first cut,
Just one small cut was all I needed,
It made the pain go away,
Made me feel human,
Reminded me I was still alive,
The first cut,
That's all it was,
Then it slowly grew into more,
The first cut,
Its see able to many but you,
The first cut,
Came from you,
That's all I call it an all I will ever call it is,
The first cut.
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
