Her paint brush is a razor her cavas is her wrist she looks at you with the slightest glips they say I deserve the pain she struggles and insists one day she pushes the brush and the girl smiles and one day she dreams about enternal sleep she's been bullied she's been beat she was teased from head to toe hard to believe her best friend was the sneck she dislike everything her body too her face her hair her smile too then she saw it was time to go she smiled and said I'm ready to let go


  • Saima

    I have a poem on cutting as well called 'do you know what it's like?', I think you'd really enjoy reading it and you'd relate, I loved your poem, it was amazing x if you ever want anyone to talk to I'm here

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