There are cuts upon my wrist,
I know I shouldn't tell you this but,
Please don't ask me why they are there.
Please don't tell me I need to stop.
I don't do this for attention,
I do this for my freedom,
The freedom of my demons,
The ones inside of me,
The ones that are the hardest to escape.
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Poems & Quotes
PoesíaThese are some of the poems & quotes I've written... Please vote and comment what you think. Thxz.
