Showing sad poems for tag "cut"

CUTS FOR A LIFE

Anonamous

28 Jul, 2011 08:15 PM
From start to finish I wonder why
The cuts look good in this messed up lie
The blood that trickles down my arm
People all stare at the girl who self-harms:-

"The emo" they call me
I turn to my name
They act out slicing their wrists
I hang my head in shame
I can't help my feelings
Of being alone
I hide myself for the day
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Tags: Cut, Hurt
Votes: 22

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Dana Jenkin

03 Jan, 2015 07:06 PM
I take a glance, 
at the scars on my wrists
they tell me, 
it doesn't have to be like this

I want to talk, 
to let it out
but nobody is there to listen, 
even when I shout,

depression is dark,
so speak up...
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Tags: Sad, Depression, Cut
Votes: 7