1 cut

2 cuts

3 cuts

4

blood running from my arm down to the floor

5 cuts

6 cuts

7 cuts

8

by the time to doctors get here it will be too late

9 cuts

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12

this poem can't just be my call from hell

13 cuts

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i'm not going to hell if i stop and pleade

this poem stopped rhyming like i stopped cutting

you can stop with the scar making and heart breaking

don't feel helpless

or like a burden

don't look for attention in the wrong places

this poem stopped rhyming like i stopped cutting