segunda-feira, 20 de maio de 2013

Self harm

Cuts on her legs
Cuts on her wrists
Cuts on her belly
Not to mention the chest

Cuts are getting bigger
The skin is getting purple
Cuts are getting thicker
And they become a struggle

For me,
It's an addiction
But an affliction
Is what you see

Don't tell me to stop cutting
Or even stop crying
I'm cutting to feel alive
'Cause inside I'm dying

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