Do you ever look in the mirror and wish you weren't born
You feel like a reject, an outcast, a misfit
Just another soul among millions of others
But everyone else seems to fit in
You are an innocent soul who has been broken
Broken by the filthy lies
You're hands in a fist as you break
Break the glass staring back at you
Break everything your worth
But before you break that glass
Think about your value
Think about the people who love you
And what will happen to you
You will be even more broken
So don't break the glass
Stay strong
Wrist are for bracelets, not cutting ~Kellin Quinn
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self harm and depression
PoetryThis book is things I wrote. Most are about self harm depression and suicide but some aren't.
