Battle Scars

Self Harm

i remember seeing cuts,

cuts on my aunts wrist.

now she was 13 at the time,

i was 9.

i wasnt much younger,

but i still wondered .

wondered what they were,

wondered why they were ,

if she accidently hurt herself,

when washing dishes.

i was stupid, i thought oddly.

there were a lot of them.

i didnt know what they were.

but i now know.

i do the same thing,

or so i used to.

i think about doing it again,

self harming that is.

i know lots of people who've done so.

i tell them to stop.

yet at the time,

i did so myself.

i still say stop,

no one stops.

its hard to stop.

i know how a lot of people feel.

i wish they knew,

that i know how they feel.

it hurts to feel alone.

so they,

self harm.