Why does it bother you when you see The blood flowing out of me. It's not your pain It's not your burn It's what I do It's what I yern Do you feel guilty at this point? Or do you feel pity for me? No it doesn't hurt that bad It's just tears to wash the sad It hurts at first Then makes me smile And all the while It makes me cry.
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
I used to cut when I was younger but I'm over it now. I found this poem saved to my computer and figured I'd share it.
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