This is a poem I wrote last year about seeking comfort in cutting to avoid depression
3.21.13
3.12.13..
2.8.13
I was really feeling this when I wrote it a couple--few months back.. sometimes I wish it could of been longer.
Note: I do not cut now, this is just a story. Written after the end, therefore subtitled Epilogue. I won't say to enjoy this one...
This poem is all about me and my life and how ifeel. i cried writing it