I wish I could be free from this pain,
The pain that runs through my veins,
I lay on my bed trying to hold back,
But after a while my mind attacks,
I get out my blade,
And think of the mistakes I've made,
As the blade skates across my skin,
I start to forget my sins,
The blood runs down my arm,
They say what's the point of self harm?
People say it's stupid to do,
They don't understand,
They are not like me and you.
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Sad Poems
Poetry**TRIGGERING** This is a warning. I don't want to hurt anyone with this book.