I'm laying here in my bed
With scissors and pins
writing lists of all my wrongs
with every wrong there comes a cut
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self-hatred isn't worth the show...learn to love urself, come what may so that only love gets transmitted through you.
Isn't is too much of self-inflicted torture? The note sounds gloomy and overwhelming when a teenager poet should be more robust and positive. Poetically it is a nice creation but thematically you should come out of pain and suffering.