Why Do I Cut?

I have turned this poem into more of a short story or journal...I honestly don't know what to call it. It will just have my honest feelings and reasons behind why I cut

Spinning

Scars On My Arm

Alive

Crystal Clear

A Small Slice

My Bleeding Arm

Hate Me

-Abuse-

Slicing Myself Open

This is a poem about cutting inspired by an old friend.

You can't hurt me anymore

If I Died