Self Harm Poems and Quotes

Stories

I can write wonderful stories but they have a twist my pencil is a blade my eraser is a tissue and the paper is my wrist I thought I was alone and nobody cared until he approached me by the stairs he tried to push up my sleeve but I pulled away he grabbed my wrist and I flinched in pain he pulled up my sleeve I looked down in embarrassment then he pulled up his sleeve and said "i can write too"
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Got this poem from the amazing person that is @pokadotsunicorns, go read her book of self harm poems, you won't regret it :)