It happened again.
I hurt myself again.
I hate myself again.I made an excuse again.
I hurt someone again.
I hurt my mind again.They hate me again.
They don't get it.
They don't understand.I'm upset again.
I'm crying again.
I'm screaming again.Tearing my hair out again.
Slashing myself again.
The blood trickles again.I'm in awe again.
I'm lost again.
I've hurt myself again.
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Poetry⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?