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Suicidal
Folder:
Pain She cuts herself
To ease her emotional turmoil
She hates herself
Can't even bear to look at her reflection
She enjoys seeing her blood
As it drips down to the floor
She crys
The pain is too unbearable
She breaks down
Because she believes her life is worthless
She feels alone
Because she shut everybody out
She is hurting
But no one seems to notice her pain
Dripping blood
We should put all the poems about cutting into a folder titled Self-mutilation. Then all the cutters would post their dreary repetitive blood-letting drivel in it. Gush, gush, drip drip, crimson this, smeared that, every cutting poem is the same. Give it a rest!
My Secret River