I thought I was hurting no one,
When In reality,
I was hurting everyone.
At first it didn't seem like a big deal,
Just a way I delt with the pain.
I didn't think much of it,
Until I got addicted,
To this dangerous game.
As things got out of hand,
I was slowly loosing my head.
I saw all the blood stains on my bed,
I feel ashame for what I am.
I knew I was in touble,
When people noticed the scars.
As much as I wanted to,
I couldn't,
Stop.
My body began to crave,
The cold blade,
Against my warm skin.
My heart thrived,
For the anticipation,
For the liberation,
Of my emotions.
Freedom became out of my reacj,
As I was bound by the relif,
Of seeing myself bleed.
Edventually a few little cuts,
Just wasn't enough,
The pain I felt couldn't be stopped,
Until one day I went a little too far,
And killed myself.
This is a tribute to anyone who has ever cut or had suicidal thoughts.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
