I crave the sharp edge of that blade on my skin
I crave the blood dripping down from my arm
I crave the endorphins and wonderful feeling it gives
I crave to no longer feel the urge
I crave to see the scars
I crave for cutting
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My Poem Diary
PoetryPoetry is my way of expressing how I feel. Some of these poems are years old so I guess the date of which they were written. Thanks for reading!
What I Crave
I crave the sharp edge of that blade on my skin
I crave the blood dripping down from my arm
I crave the endorphins and wonderful feeling it gives
I crave to no longer feel the urge
I crave to see the scars
I crave for cutting