**Warning** *Self Harm**
The pretty silver cold blade dragged across my skin.
Blood seeps as I dig the blade deep within.
Hissing as the red liquid leaves my arm.
Loving the feeling of my newly self harm.
Wanting to feel more and more.
Dragging my mental state onto the cold floor.
Hating and blaming myself for each event that goes wrong.
As I repeat the day like a sad song.
I dont call for help cause it's never around.
Just leave me to cry and bleed on the grond.
It's fine I'm alright.
Well that's what people want me to say while I'm thinking of ending my life.
I know I'm right.
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Poems Of The Mind
PoetryThis is just a poem book I'm gonna start. I'm just gonna kinda type out my feelings here.