Tears swell up in his eyes
He pull out the blade
He make one cut on his arm to make sure
One after another of all the words that have been said to him
"Fag" ass hole" "ugly" "useless" and many more
He has ran out of room on his arm and moves to his legs
Now he cuts for how many lie he has told
"I am okay" has been said everyday of his life
He is in a puddle of blood
The blade whispers one more cut
That one leads to five and ten
Now his legs are covered by the end of the night
He moves to his other arm
Now making marks for the ones who hate him
The blade whispers again just one more
That next one lead to ten
He said he was done
He throws the blade
Now he is washing up
And forgets the blade there
To be continued
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self harm and depression
شِعرThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.