A/N : This work is entirely mine. If you see anyone who has the same poem, please let me know. I've worked really hard and my poems mean a lot to me so I think I deserve credit.
~ Melaniie
*warning* may be triggering to those who have self-harm issues !
It's there for me when no one else is.
I feel like its my only escape.
So, some people need to mind their business.
Because I know that cutting is my fate.
Don't tell me to put the razor down.
Don't try to make me give it to you.
These thoughts are making my head spin around.
So I lie and say "I'm done! I'm through!"
No one one gives me wrist checks
So, I cut and cover it up.
When they finally see it,
They say they've had enough.
I act as though I don't care.
But deep down, it truly hurts.
Later I get my razor, pull my sleeves up
And go to work.
I cut until my arms are full
Yet, I'm still not satisfied.
I'm not sure what else to do,
So I decide to cut on my thighs.
The next day, my legs are sore
And its kind of hard to walk.
As I'm walking down the stairs, I hear
"Sit down, we need to talk."
As I sit down, I don't dare to look in her eyes.
When I decide to look up,
Her face has a look of surprise.
Confused, I look down and see fresh cuts.
I feel like a goddamn idiot!
I forgot to cover them up.
I try to speak,
But all that comes out is air.
She bursts into tears,
And it's all history from there..
A/N: heeey. So how'd I do? I wrote this almost a year ago. Its based off a situation that happened to me. If you ever feel the need to cut, come to me.
Twitter: @ MelaniieOsborn
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I've been through it and I'd love to help. But yeah, comment, vote, all that good shizz. Have a good day beauts thanks for reading. I'll upload later today or tomorrow. Maybe once I get some readers !
