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im emo and im proud im not perfect but im worth it

Submitted:Jan 26, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

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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