Poems by Clare Bear

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  • I cut myself
    The cuts run deep...

  • Please help me figure out
    Why I am here...

  • I never thought I'd be holding a knife
    That was so close to the end of my life...

  • Eight months pregnant when she saw the light
    They were so happy going home that night...

  • Slits on her wrists, she should have never got...
    Slits on her wrists, she had been hurt so bad...