Freedom

I used to be a cutter.
When the stress got to be too much, I would make red tears.
I would feel better for a little while, then be sad again.
Now I have found happy things in my life.
My siblings, my crush and my friends.
I am no longer a slave to the blade
I am free to do what I want to keep myself happy.
Now and forever, I will experience freedom.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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