A Lesson for a Girl Who Wanted to Die
When I heard her say she would be okay with dying right now
and how she watched me beat myself until i was bloody and bruised
and she watched me cut myself with broken beer bottles and nail clippers
all I could say was, don't ever throw that in my face again.
All i wanted to say was
self help
not
self harm.
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