I used to play games with other kids
But now I play games with my limbs and blades
You can win the game if you bleed to death.
You loose if you only draw blood
The name of the game is cutting
The player of the game is you
But,
You're only the pawn
Depression is the real player of this game
This game isn't a game though
This "game" is a battle
A never ending "game"
A game where the pawns freedom,
Is taken away
The pawn wants to let the player win
But,
Doesn't want the pain to go away
So let me play my game
And this so called "game" is,
Cutting
And I'm addicted
-Lone Demon
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PoetryI like to write. Well sometimes, lately I have been writing poems so I decided I would put some on here. so yeah, I hope you like it. UPDATE--- 1/26/16 As of today I'm 12 days clean. So if I post anything about cutting or something it was from the...
