She cuts because she thinks it helps,
And not how much it hurts,
She crys away the pain at night,
And wipes away the tears,
Her pillow soaked with salt tonight,
The smell of hate is in the air,
She cuts because she has to,
And not because she cares,
she even covers up her arms,
to prove to you she cares…
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I really like this poem.
Well probably because I can seriously relate to it.
Great Write!