It started with a cut, and then a slice.
The small blade washing away the mental pain,
Replacing it with physical pain.
The first and second hurt, but the others were numb.
An illness that can’t be fixed up with medicine,
Hurts the most.
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Author:
ilovethecolorblue6 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I do not cut myself, but this poem is from a perspective of a person who cuts
- Category: Sad
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