Skin so smooth, like silk.
Cut to release the suffering from within that's hid behind a misleading smile, a laugh.
A beautiful waterfall, flowing from her arm,
red and precious like ruby's,
Falls to the ground.
Waterfalls can end a life.
A voice comes from her sweet lips to whisper 'goodnight', Forever.
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The life of a self-harmer
Poetry#66 (22/6/17) Don't judge, listen. If you don't like what you see then leave. some simple poems or quotes on the life of a self-harmer. I am in no way promoting self-harm and if anyone ever needs help or advice or just cheering up, I'm always here...
