Whats the point in living if there is nothing to live for

Iv bin on the ground so long i forgot what it feels like to fly

Whats the point if were going to be forgotten anyways

I look in the mirror and im the only one to see the scares that are on the inside

I bruise because I want to, I cut because I have to

They say when you hit bottom there only one way thats up
trust me thers still more to fall untill your death

The best man youll ever meet is the one who crys himself to sleep

Forgive but never forget the scars

Scars on arms cuts on wrist
i think to myself with my one last kiss
part of my poem plz read it

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