Question

i sih made pome

Answer 1

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
“Toast 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

Answer 2

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Answer 3

this pome is called cuter

Answer 4

I can relate to this poem. I have done all of this before. I'm one of the lucky ones, I found someone who was able to help me.