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im not sure
scars are healing
bruises are fading
tears are drying
my life is brightend
by a just one person
but. . . .
theres another
that makes me still want to cut
imagine my arm covered in blood
i miss it so much
but im not sure
bruises are fading
tears are drying
my life is brightend
by a just one person
but. . . .
theres another
that makes me still want to cut
imagine my arm covered in blood
i miss it so much
but im not sure
Published 16th Mar 2010
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16th Mar 2010 9:56pm
...you have put lots of thought into this poem, Rosy. That voice of 'cut' that you hear will always be there, but the longer you go without listening to it, the weaker it gets. And even if you do cut once, then it does not mean you always have to listen. In the end you will be stronger because you are wiser now and understand more. I hope that you understand that the one person you mention in the poem can only be you - it's you in control of how you feel.
16th Mar 2010 10:11pm
