Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: titleless, how sad, poor little poem by alex coughlan

By alex coughlan
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Tags: alex coughlan, poetry, poem

broken heart
lined with blood
that fell from your wrist
to mask your pain
and hide your shame
tomorrow is another day
and it will be the same
nothing you can do
because i cant get over you
memories
past i want to hide
and forget happened
cut
cut to forget
cut to bleed
cut to lie
to yourself
and the world, who doesnt care anyways
nobody wants a freak
nobody wants a freak
nobody wants a freak

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