Blood flows as I cut into my arm
Hoping that maybe at some point I will
Just stop crying, cutting, living like this.
Every cut makes me hate myself
More then I should but also shows
That I’m just as weak as everyone says I am.
All my scars tell of something
That I’m not proud of and that
Shouldn’t of happened but I let it even if it hurts.
Every time I see my cuts my heart
Breaks because I don’t like seeing where
I’ve hurt myself yet because I’ve hurt myself
I make another mark
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Um...its the truth..
Please tell me what you think
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omg
i know how that is. just yester day i cutted. im not proud of nor do i like it. i stopped cutting along time ago but my life keeps getting worse & going furthure down hill. good poem
ur mate
tristy
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very honest heartfelt emotional and deeply real piece...
everyone, i think, can connect to this..
great job babe
luv ya
~rana~
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Yes, I get it...
and it doesn't work in the long term. It only helps for the moment and then it just makes you feel worse, overall.
Well, you know something? It seems to me that no matter what is going on in our lives and how bad we feel, just going about the regular things we do everyday that we HAVE to do, helps us to get steady again. 
I send my best wishes for feeling better! 
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Hmmm... Really sounds like the person that you are writing this about (be real or made up) is relly fighting with him/herself. Interesting peice
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silly girl.... that is all
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