Poem 16:
Wrists are stained
Cheeks are wet
Crying and wishing to die
The numbness hasn't come yet
Cut a bit more
Deeper this time
Then pull down my sleeves
And smile
I'm fine :)
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My depressing poems ❤
ŞiirDisclaimer: These poems aren't exactly happy. These are poems coming from the depressed side of me. I find cutting to help, Although, I write poems to help me. I think it's better than cutting. Anyways, don't read if you have a weak heart, or if you...
