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Poetry By: Massiebabe

Uhmmm.. this is true. :P

Submitted:Dec 19, 2009    Reads: 1,134    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

The knife cuts it open
Down to the core
The sharp edges show blood
It makes me want more
I want a flood

Pain leaks out
I get this rush

Moms coming
I have to hush
If she hears me
I'll be caught

She calls my name
But I can't let her see
I can't let this begin

Blood forms a bubble
I wait for it to burst
It does
Running down my arm
Dark red
Maybe this time,
I'll be dead

This isn't the first time
And deffinaly not the last
This is my secret
Of self-harm.

I hate when people ask
If I'm okay
That means I have to lie and say
"I'm fine"
I hide this


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