Self harm

1 cut, 2 cut. 3 cut 4

I dont wanna feel this pain anymore

I'm definitely not happy but I don't wanan die

Because I just have to survive

 

So for now 1 cut, 2 cut. 3 cut 4

I watch as my blood drips to the floor

Family and friends plead, "please no more"

"okay, I won't," I swore

 

But again 1 cut, 2 cut. 3 cut and more than 4

These scars are such an eyesore

The promise I made I'm just gonna ignore

I wanan go deeper so I'll finally be done for

 

But like I said I dont wanna die

So no more cuts so I won't have to lie

I made a promise so I've gotta try

Because I'm never gonna be ready to say goodbye

This poem is about: 
Me

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