My first time scared me
as the blood trickled down me arm
i cut a little too hard intending to do no harm
my wrist was soaked through school
people looked at me
they pointed and stared
i just ignored me surroundings
me mom couldnt shake me i was as still as a rock
tears ran down my cheek
i grabed my blade again
intending to exceed in doing more damage than fair
i stoped crying and stood up
i was proud to be me
all coverd in blood
my stomach chirred as i stood up
i smiled for the first time in what felts like months
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