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Me and self-harm.
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Feelings Self harm is more than just cutting.
Yes I have my razor and it does what it does.
Though it goes even further then one razor does.
At school, they talk, they look, they're disgusted.
There I sit, pinching at the pimples near busting.
My arms are covered with raised, red bumps.
I've been asked, "Chicken pox?" Sorry charlie, out of luck.
I sit there and pick, and I pick and I pick.
My skin gets torn, every one else gets ticked.
My mother, my teachers, my peers, and my shrink.
But no matter what, I always take a peek.
And now, there is the subject of my fingers.
I can blame it on my dad, though he wasn't much of a keeper.
My cuticles, torn, my nails, non-existant.
They's get all healed up, but then OOPS! there I'm picking.
Yes, people, it hurts, what the hell are you thinking.
I'm biting my skin off. My nerves are sent tingling.
And now, with the line, "Why don't you stop?"
Might as well teach a rock to bark.
I've tried and I've tried, but I just can't sit still.
Even though I'm taking bottles and bottles of pills.
Self-harm comes in many different guises. From scratching and picking, substance abuse, and other mental disorders. Self-harm doesn't just come in the form of a sharp object. Be aware. See if they can be helped.
(This has been brought to you by the girl with a lot of problems.)
