Yes i cut my arm many time today. i don't know what happened i got mad and i had a urge to cut. so many words and slits i did to myself. it feels good to see the red and the blood form on my arm. i know i wont die i didn't but deep enough but, its hurts and thats all that matters. i love the words they make me calm. see this is the end of my poem so a new one can start.
