It was just one cut,
I watched it as it poured out my blood.
It reminded me I'm still a human,
Made me feel like this was the only solution.
I promised myself I wont cut anymore,
As my blood covered my clothes and the floor.
I resisted the urge and a few days passed,
Didn't let no one see the scar, kept it wrapped.
With others I laughed and smiled but I was breaking inside,
The urge to cut myself again got magnified.
Couldn't help but break my own promise,
Thinking about him as he'll never know about my fondness.
Should've kept a track but went on with the scratches and cuts,
Saw my blood as it started to flow in floods.
Slowly it started to gain pace,
And I thought, how if I died now no one would help me or save.
Didn't realize my next cut would be the last,
I panicked and for more air I gasped.
But it was all too late and I realized I was dying,
and if i say they'll miss me, I would be lying.
I heard my mom scream and I think, as on the floor I lie,
That this will be our last goodbye.
~Poet's Note~
Don't cut or self harm, you never know when it might get way too serious.
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