Cutting isn't a way of life
Cutting isn't a way of life, its an addiction
Once you start you cant stop
Cutting is a way to tell yourself that you are nothing
The cuts hurt and burn so bad you do it again its like a drug
you go again and again and again, but you cant stop
you need to stay strong
you drew with silver, but it turned red
The water is clear, but you wrists are stained,
your faces says happy, but your eyes say pain
you hurt yourself on the outside, trying to kill the thing on the inside
one cut is all it takes to start and addiction
Scars are somebody stories
This poem is about:
My family