i made a pome again *trigger warning for self harm*

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lea0728 · Answer

She yelled and yelled 
Til i couldent stop crying
It hurt more than ever
I hurt myself
I had a relaps
I wish i could fight it off
But im week 
I did it till it spelled a word
“Wizard you”
I dont wanna know what i mean
I do wish i did sometimes

I wish i kew why im so week 
Why i keep going back for more
Why the baile against my skin feels so right 
But so wrong at the same time
Seeing the blood run down makes me shiver
Like a lost love that will never be found

The covering it up
Makeing excuses
Wanting to be cleen but too week to do so
Beeting myself up for the actions i take
Wishing hoping id get betted with time
But with times alls i grew was a tolerance

Over time more blood
Lost like my feeling of love
The thought of maby if we get rid of the old-
And hope for good new
I let myself bleed almost to death once
The feeling of wanting to see more then small little drops
The feeling of wanting to see my arms covered
Covered with sticky red stuff
Thats supposed to be on the inside of you
Not the outside
Stay safe and never cut
Its a lonely rode to go down 
That you can never come back from

lea0728 · Answer

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karissafrazier · Answer

@lea0728 wrote:

She yelled and yelled Til i couldent stop crying It hurt more than ever I hurt myself I had a relaps I wish i could fight it off But im week I did it till it spelled a word “Wizard you” I dont wanna know what i mean I do wish i did sometimes I wish i kew why im so week Why i keep going back for more Why the baile against my skin feels so right But so wrong at the same time Seeing the blood run down makes me shiver Like a lost love that will never be found The covering it up Makeing excuses Wanting to be cleen but too week to do so Beeting myself up for the actions i take Wishing hoping id get betted with time But with times alls i grew was a tolerance Over time more blood Lost like my feeling of love The thought of maby if we get rid of the old- And hope for good new I let myself bleed almost to death once The feeling of wanting to see more then small little drops The feeling of wanting to see my arms covered Covered with sticky red stuff Thats supposed to be on the inside of you Not the outside Stay safe and never cut Its a lonely rode to go down That you can never come back from

it's a good poem but no more