The deeper I cut,
The more I feel,
When I cut,
I feel alive again,
Like I can feel again,
Each day I cut deeper,
Just to help me feel something again,
To feel something other than numb,
To feel like someone actually cares,
When I know that no one really does,
People only care about themselves,
And never notice,
If someone is broken,
Flawed,
And falling apart,
At the seams.
So I don't need anyone,
But a knife,
Because that knife,
Is the only one who cares.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
