Blood trickles down my cheek gushing out from my wound,
Everybody keeps walking as if nothing matters but them.
I look to my left and then to my right and see nothing but people,
Walking quickly to there destinations.
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A beautiful poem full of emotion. this is something i can easily relate to. I have the words 'worthless' and and 'die' carved into in each thigh, and they are constent reminders of why i cut myself. Nice, well expressed write.10++
i have only a few sentences not muuch but just enough. firstly daaaamn this is amazing full of feeling and secondly i know how this is i am in the dark place where carving words into my arm is right and it helps ease the pain of abandonment and abuse. its something i can control. the scars will always be a reminder of past pain and hurt