Why do you cut?
At the world?
At yourself?
Why?
Why do you hide?
From the world?
From yourself?
Why?
Why do you scream?
At the world?
At yourself?
Why?
You are loved.
God watches over you.
People care.
So why?
You yell, you scream, you cry
You cut, you shoot, you hang
You drown, you sufocate, It's dark there
Come to the light of the world
And be loved.
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A Book of Poems
PoetryPoems based on personal experiences or simply the imaginings of a silly soul
