Why do we cut?
We really don’t know why.
We just like how the pain feels.
We do it to know that we’re alive
And to know that we’re real.
That we have our problems,
Worries and care for others.
But what do they see in what we do?
They see nothing but foolishness.
They think we do it just for self-pity and satisfaction.
It never crossed their minds that we, too, need attention.
When do we do it?
Isn’t it the times when we want to cry
And the times when we think we want to die?
What will others do when we do disappear?
They might not cry, not shed a single tear
Instead laugh and cheer.
They don’t know how much we’ve suffered
They don’t know how many years we’ve tried to hide.
They don’t know why we used to cry.
But let us stop now.
We know it in our hearts that they will find out someday
Why cut when at our backs are our friends?
They were there from the start
And until the end.
That’s why we call them our friends.
We used to be in the darkness but they helped us and pulled us out.
They helped us wiped our tears and helped us forget our doubts.
Maybe...just this time, let us open our hearts and look around.
You might not see them now but soon they’ll help you up from the ground.
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99 Poems
Poetrya compilation of poems that i've written. it may be about love, hate, regret or any other feelings you can feel in a lifetime. these poems are poems written by a non-proffessional poet so feel free to comment/fan/vote or critique my works. and just...
