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Cutting is my release!
I got the blade and swiped across my wrist
Once, twice, three times.
It felt so good
A release
I needed it.
I sat in the bathroom
With my blade
My only friend,
No-one cared
About the little puppet girl,
I could die and no-one would notice.
It is all I have in the world, my blade
And I swipe again.
This time a little deeper
And the blood came
And I smiled
It had become my life.
I needed my blade.
I needed that smile.
This time it’d be different
Everything would be alright
I wouldn’t need to do it again.
Everyone would be nice.
But nothing was different
No-one was nice
And yet again
I needed to slice
I sliced my arm.
Once, twice, thrice
I needed that release.
I cut again and again.
Deeper and deeper
Thinking everything would be alright
But the bleeding wouldn’t stop
And this time I died.
I died a slow and lonely death
With no-one knowing why
No-one knowing how I felt
No-one seeing me cry.
So my message to you
Don’t turn to self harm
It’s the worst thing you could ever do.
It took away my life. |
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