Showing sad poems for tag "crazy"

self harm

Kayla

I cut myself but it barely hurts the blood is down my wrist. 
The crimson is pooring on the floor and i cant feel my arm anymore. The 

pain is barely there and my mom comes barging in i hide the scissors with a flick of the wrist. 

And throw on a long sleeve so she doesn't 

threaten to send me to a girl school again and my grandma is gone

"it;s all my fault" says my wrist so the job must be done i grab the 

scissors and make sure the blood flows and then i cry of anger and go.
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