I cut my thighs
She slits her writs
He burns himself
She stabs her hips
We all want the same thing
That none of us get
Love
Or a family
Or maby a friend...
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Now I have a friend
Or two or three
They helped me love
And helped me smile
And I haven't cut in quite a wile
They love my ticcs
The love my flaws
They love my scars
They love me all.
YOU ARE READING
New View.
Random>°•°< Chapter 1-9 are old poems I wrote during a bad place in life but then went back and added onto moast of them (: The rest of it is my life at a new View
