Self-harm

We all become that which we hate.

Why is it so easy?

Why aren't we stronger?

Mistakes and wanton disappointment run rampantly in our daily lives.

We make our mothers cry and teachers cringe.

Who are we when we know what is wrong but walk on as though

lying is easy?

What do we think will happen?

We make our fathers pray and policemen look wary.

When do I falter in my quiet deceit?

Can the stains we put on the past be washed clean?

How do you recover from the heartbreak you hammer in yourself?

The tears you shed in pain are so stupid, self-inflicted.

You can't escape yourself, can you?

Over and over, you're too stupid to end it where you should.

Here.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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