Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: the true feelings of a cutter by Mary

By Mary
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Tags: mary, poetry, poem

I wonder where my life is going
I'd like to see my blood stop flowing
I know I shouldn't just because I'm sad
But it's time I forget the life I had
So now I play the cutting game
But when I'm done, I feel the same
I know my entire life will only hurt
Until I have my place in the dirt
So I slice it up and peel it back
But it's funny how it's pain I lack
It doesn't matter, I'll dig deeper still
I'll keep going until it's me I kill
Don't cry for me because I said I would
The razor's on my wrist, now I act like I should

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