I cut to feel better,
I cut to let go,
I cut to remember everything I once loved.
Every one I have hurt,
the people that cried for thier loved and desceased,
the ones who while trieing to fight,
to save,
to kill.
I used to be strong,
but now I am failing,
my composser is weak,
from my classmates teasing.
So I take this blade to my wrists,
and cut until I bleed,
Break,
Become Weak,
Get Lower.
These powers I have are nothing,
I can't stop,
these powers of mine,
Aren't mine to control .... ANY MORE.
The blade it calls my name,
every time I am depressed,
Scared,
Lonely.
It calls,
Tuants,
Lures,
Me to it,
That's when I do it.
BY: Raegan Landry
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Mindful poems
PoetrySo, I don't usually write anymore. But sometimes I do get in my feelings and write something that ends up going here. So enjoy and please if you ever feel down and like this talk to someone don't be like me and keep it all in.
