I cried,
Trembling hands holding the blade,
I have the words replaying over and over in my head,
Your useless,
Unwanted,
Unloved,
The pain from my heart,
And my head,
And my stomach growls,
I ignore them all.
I watched as my hands move towards my wrist,
And I slice it,
And I cry,
I watch as it bleeds,
Most people don't care that they cut,
They do it to recover,
To release,
But I regret it,
I cry realising,
I can never take back that moment,
So let's do it again,
Let's let all this pain and anger out,
And maybe one day,
I will die.
Releasing me from this place,
I call home.
I will be free.
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My poems
FantasyThis I just some of my poems. Don't not copy without my permission. I am serious. They are all about a heartbreak and cutting. I didn't copy any of this. I wrote all of this myself. Please do not stop at the first poem. I promise they get better tow...