You cut your wrist
as you clench your fist
Twist it deeper within
You look at your skin in shock
You block everyone out
Then you pick up the gun... why?
You don't have to die over some guy
Look me in the eye it's okay to cry
Don't be afraid that blade can't help you
You will began to fade away
Have you prayed you may have strayed away
It's not to late
Your slate will be wiped clean
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Author:
Gabriella (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cutting is not the answer dying is not the answer
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
thank you for sharing
You’re welcome
thatis an excellent message to spread around
Thank you so much!!
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