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Some times I wonder why im here

just wishing I could se clear

sometimes I want nothing but just to die

but I never succeed so I just cry

sometimes I care just to bleed

at times it seems a blades all I need

just a cut for serenity

then another for insecurity

I see nothing wrong with self mutilation

I see it more as a type of ventilation

my body craves just for one slice

and that will be it for tonight

my body craves for the blade

so my poetry comes to my ade

as I try to stop this obsession of mine

cutting is the only thing on my mind

it consumes me whenever im alone

I just wanna take the blade and cut down to the bone

I don’t want to have this feeling any more

I don’t wanna think im a fat ugly whore

im tierd of looking in the mirror and not liking what I se

then looking at the blade and cutting another part of me

im tierd of waking up and hating my life

the going in to the kitchen and to grab a knife

Im tired of wondering what people think of me

but then again I love to bleed

so ill hold the blade tight

and make the cut deep

so out of the napkin I can watch the blood seep

then lit it drip down my wrist

and close my eyes and find my own bliss

and that’s how I find my own happiness