It's so strange


It's so strange.To randomly see an old scar on my wrist.I can still faintly remember doing it.With a knife instead of a razor.Because i couldn’t find one that wasn’t rusted.Too afraid to risk tetanus. Because bleeding out would be better than that.I still faintly remember doing it.But I’m so glad i can’t remember why i did it.Properly.Down the road instead of across the street.But i can’t remember why.memories that i don’t want back… 

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I know exactly how you feel. I used a knife as well and the scars are ever so faint. I really like this. Please read my poems and tell me what you think.

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