a poem about selfharm

Is there more i ask?

Is the more for me to give?

More for me to offer,

Or should i resist,

This temptation burn my wrist,

More then last night did,

I need it,

But its fading Again,

It used to look like story tales,

Many lines on paper,

But this story wasn’t fiction,




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