At first it was just a little
but it felt so good
to see the blood run down her arm
she started do it everyday
just small little ones
they were always on her shoulder
she cut herself six time everynight
shed hide them under her shirt
so no one would see them
she let the heal and all she saw was scars
she sad and all she does is cut to make it go away
it work less and less each time
but she never quis doing it
she loves to see her blood run down her arm ofter she cut herself
*this poem is also about me but i don't cut myself anymore sometimes a wish to make a new cut but I'm trying not to now hope you comment thx for reading
