/this is by far my best and favourite poem. I did this in 8th grade during english because we were in the poetry unit and my teacher encouraged me to post this :)/
The marks that line my arm
Were done in the topic of harm.
The lines that cover my wrists
Are kinda like long lists.
The wounds I draw on my skin
Are there to remind me I do not fit in.
Society is cruel to us.
Sometimes I wish to get hit by a bus.
But then the light flows
And the wind blows
And my idle remind me
That I am not a bee.
That I am not alone
And that he does not condone
People like me harming ourselves
Because we are not someone's elves.
And we can take a stand
And make a band
Of people against this negativity.
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PoEmS
Poetryjust cringey depressing and possibly not socially acceptable poems. get ready for a cRiNgE fEsT also these are posted on my HP (shameless promotion in my bio) and my other wattpad account (which idk what the username is cuz its been a year since I u...
