When you're sad and need an escape
You grab the blade and cut, cut away
One turns to three, to five, to ten
Until you're asking yourself, "is this how it ends"
With your skin ripped to shreds?
Do you really want to leave your friends?
You don't, so you begin to cleanse your skin.
Wrapping it, you stop the flow.
You lay down to rest
And smile, tomorrow you will do your best.
I wrote this poem, you will totally need a trigger warning for this story.
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Fanfiction Ideas
FanficThese are some ideas I've had for stories. I'm not longer posting new ideas. Feel free to ask for ideas that still haven't been taken.
