Oh why
Why did I have to cut that deep
It wasn't worth
The scars and the trauma
It wasn't worth passing my pain on
As I become painlessNo it wasn't the fact that I saw my fat
Peeking out through my skin
not even the fact that there was no bloodI was just being selfish
And not in the good way
like,
Loving and caring about yourself
Type selfishIt was in the way that I'd give my pain away
As a gift
Wrapped in a pale skin bow tie
And red wrapping paperBurdening others with my demons
That are my duty to fightWhy did I have to cut so deep
It wasn't worth it
To have all the scars and memories
Of the pain others have gained from meOh why
oh why
Do I have to give it all away
Like I'm being charitable with my blue daysAnd again I ask myself
Why
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Why
Poetry⚠️!!TRIGGER WARNING !!⚠️ A short poem describing the difficulties of self harm, suicidal thought and self esteem issues. "Oh why Why did I have to cut that deep It wasn't worth The scars and the trauma It wasn't worth passing my pain on As I become...