my mom told me to
s t o p.
dont
c u t
yourself.
you can get
s i c k.
i am sick, though.
sick in my deepest self.
she thinks i
s t o p p e d.
so do my
f r i e n d s.
but i cant.
my counselor doesnt understand why people who
c u t
need to have the blood.
no one i know understands.
i understand.
Do you?
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Roses Are Dead
Poetryjust me writin' some stuff about the feels. Includes self-harm and other potentially triggering topics Will update when possible, which will not be every day. Sorry!
