I was having a bad day when I saw a knife.
So I picked it up and thought about life.
Bullies = lines
Stress adds more.
I looked down at the blood splattered floor.
A splatter here
A splatter there
I thought about how it wasn't fair.
It was all to much.
So I went to my window,
And looked below.
I could make the leap,
Or I could cut just a little to deep.
When my mom came home, she looked at my floor.
Then she looked at me and asked why.
All I could think was 'I hate my life.'
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Quotes and poems that I find on the internet, or make myself about self-harm.
PoetryIf you've ever wondered what it feels like to self-harm, or feel depressed, read this. Or, if you have depression, or self-harm, or maybe both, and you want to now if you and I have the same point of view on the subjects, then you can also read. Ple...
