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


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