Poems. {[(completed)]}

Happiness

I putted it done
I didn't do it
I didn't put it against my skin
And make myself bleed
I didn't feel no pain
I putted up the knife
There is no cuts or marks
On my arm
I never did it
I feel happier
Then I did
I thought of her
I couldn't do it
With her in my mind
I can't make her think it was her fault
I would never want that to happen
I don't want to hurt myself
I don't want to hurt her.