And I Cut

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Self Harm

Feeling like hell, taking every blow

One by one I take the blow-

I could care less as I know you don't care.

All the problems you've caused me,

All the hell you've posessed with.

You say snide stuff about me,

You laugh at me and continue

With making fun of me and calling

Me names other than my own.

You're tricking me into feeling very worthless-

Worthless because I know you don't care.

Saying I did stuff to you,

When I didn't; every blow you throw

Is every inch closer to me

Being triggered to cut and self harm.

I feel as if I'm not wanted,

As if I'm a total screwe up.

I feel like I don't really belong-

Don't feel I have a place in life;

Every blow I take, every day I

Have to endure your crap.

I cut,

I bleed,

I don't care,

I bleed,

I'm in pain,

I cut,

And I bleed some more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I guess I wrote this out of some retrospect that I had to go through with one of my classmates at school. Well I guess it turned okey in the end, the teachers must've talked to 'em and yeh now I think it's alright again. But yeh this poem expresses what I cannot usually write down on paper. It's just one of those things I couldn't help but write a poem about. Yeh, I kno it might sound tacky now, but that kid at school was giving me a really hard time with stuff, and blaming me fer stuff I didn't even do. But yeh, this poem mostly explains about it.

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