So I found this on a website while I was at school, and I thought it was interesting.
Dark red
Trickles
Trickles down her arm.
A special little secret
Known as self harm.
Fiery red
Anger
Builds up deep inside.
She's got to let these feeling out,
But to who can she confide ?
Dark silver
Blade
Is the one that she trusts.
The one that she turns to
When life becomes too much.
Long white
Sleeves
To cover her pain.
Hide her relief.
Hide the cuts again.
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The Cutters Lullaby, and Other Rhymes and Poems
PuisiA collection of writings that I've come across over time, whether by Wattpad, searched on the internet, told by friends, or by reading a friends writing.
