I cry,
And I cut,
Because it means that,
My pain is physical.
So I can try,
To get out the thoughts,
In my head.
Because they won't go away.
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Wilted
PoetryShe couldn't see him, But she was all he could see. Raw Poetry, by: Mae Ethlyn
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I cry,
And I cut,
Because it means that,
My pain is physical.
So I can try,
To get out the thoughts,
In my head.
Because they won't go away.
