Dark red,
Trickels,
Trickels down her arm,
A special little secret,
known as self harm.
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Fiery red,
anger,
builds up deep inside,
she's got to let these feelings out,
but who can she confide?
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Dark silver,
blade,
is the one she turns to,
when life becomes too much.
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Long white,
sleeves,
to cover her pain,
hide her relief,
hide the cuts again.
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Dark Poems
PoesíaIt's funny how when you stub your toe, ot hurts like hell. But it when you slide a blade against your wrist, thigh, stomach, etc., it makes you feel good.