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I thought I was only using it to cope, Until I tried to stop. Watching the sharp blades as they whisper sweet songs to ugly skin
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sor
The silence was loud Like the heart that was once pounding With blood surrounding Once filled with life But is weeping in sorrow There’s no tomorrow The silence was loud Blades on the ground
it use to be purple i loved to draw purple with on a canvis one day i decided to try silver i drew silver on an different kind of canvis i found it so beutiful when the silver would make red
it use to be purple i loved to draw purple with on a canvis one day i decided to try silver i drew silver on an different kind of canvis i found it so beutiful when the silver would make red
Her
  You see Her walking in the hall Eyes that sparkle blue But something isn't right Her smile seems bright  But it isn’t true
Sunshine gleams and warms my scar covered arms, and my scar covered insides.   The soothing warm breeze leaves gentle kisses on my broken body, and my broken heart.  
It's gonna get better   The words are spoken to me  So often  That they have developed a rhythmic tone Its gonna get better
The roses today must be painted in white Red’s getting ready for this evening   Doctor’s may make their incisions without morphine Pain reserved a seat at my party  
cut
i cut  when i'm sad or nervous it makes me  happy and melts my 
then it hits me like a truck when my friends see my thighs  and really focus will they notice the scars
it’s weird to see the word staring back at me depression it brings back memories when i was crying for air
How did I spend so long dreaming Thinking I was worthy of...love What disease caused this vile idea to spread in my head that I was anything but unwanted
look around and ask yourself,Is the person next to me sad?Could they be experiencing something negative?I’m so tired of the taboo around not feeling happy,I’m tired of only seeing people nod or sigh,
You
Those eyes Those beautiful, blue-green eyes. Smiling, laughing, then Nothing at all. At least not towards myself. A glance, A wave, A passing infatuation, D i s s i p a t i n g
Born of a minority race Adorned of comments and nitpicking You grow a thick skin when subjected to Adolescent Bullying    Spitting image of an Abuser Mother couldn’t take it
*Before you read this poem I wanted to add a trigger warning. This poem is about self-harming. If things like that bother you then do not read this poem.*   I sat there and stared How could this happen?
I saw your scars today, It took my breath away. A choke caught in my throat. Something so precious Contained inflicted wounds.  
The urge is overwhelming,My body and mind wants it so badBut the scars cannot be hiddenIt is an addiction.
The first time my wrist bled i was 10 Shards of broken glass Tears on my bed Blood on my peers the next day My best friend saw and showed me hers
At the age of 5, I was taught what was acceptable as a female and what wasn't Acceptable: apologizing, not acceptable: talking back Mija cierra tus piernas, Close your legs! I'm sorry ma
Little did you know I didn't sleep well last night, cause I told you it was fine. Truth be told, it was alittle past 3 a.m when I finally collapsed on my  tear soaked pillowcase
When did the cost of living, Become so expensive. Working two full-time jobs, Minnimum wage, Still cant afford to eat.    The lampshade, Needs to be dusted again, And so does the vase,
One is gentle, just to start, Two's intent's to make a mark. Three's for "ugly" and for "rude", And for good measure, four is, too. Five is for the lies I said, Six is for who's in my bed.
You say all this stuff that you hate about yourself.
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