An empty room,
An empty girl.
Sitting silently on the floor,
Her sleeves rolled up,
Exposing skin.
She drags the blade
And presses in.
The pain it brings can not compare.
To the joy she knows will soon be there.
It's worth the scars,
That never heal.
For just a moment,
Not to feel.
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Depression, Cutting, And Suicide Poems.
PoetryPoems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
