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Cutting
Why Do You Do It?
Leaving Those Scars There,
With Every Single Slit,
On Your Skin So Bare.
Does It Make You Feel Good?
Something That Makes You Smile,
Would You Stop If You Could?
Or Live The Rest Of Your Life In Denial.
Do You Wish To Forget Those Times?
Does It Remind You Of Times To Reminise On?
With Every New Slit Creating New Lines,
Always There Never To Soon Be Gone!
Surely You Must Hate That Reminder,
When You Did That All That Self Pain,
Everyday You Become More Blinder,
With Nothing More To Ever Gain.
Are You Suffering In Silence Alone?
Or Just Scared People Will Think Less?
There's Ways To Stop, You Need To Be Show
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Literature
Me And My Guitar
Theres blood running down my fingers
From the strings of this guitar
Tears stain it's polished wood
As I'm trying to find myself in the stars
Looking out this window
With my guitar in my hands
I cradle it close to my heart
Because it is the sole thing that understands
It never asks me why
Never wants me to explain
It simply accepts the strumming
That is the symphony of my pain
My guitar has seen the secrets
No one else will ever see
But no matter what it knows
It doesn't turn away from me
These strings cut my thumb and fingers
Bidding them to bleed
But the blood and pain is worth it
For the few hours that I am free
Living
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