People always judge me and then leave my side. This poem is dedicated to the people that understand what I'm going through and yet is still on my side. They deserve to know how much they mean to me. I go through self-harm, depression, stressful stuff that causes anixety,suicidal thoughts, and bullying. To everyone reading this, just know that I love you and if you ever need support or someone to vent to, you have me.


3. Blood (a poem)

 I draw with silver and it comes out red.

Coincedence? I think not. If you understand what I'm talking about, then look close.

It's addictive, almost like a cigarette. 

Don't worry, I say I'm fine, but honestly, I'm not.

I know the pain you go through, maybe even more so.

It burns in the shower. If you know what I'm talking about, then look even closer.

You don't feel loved,  'nough said. But no. I still have more to say.

You cry yourself to sleep, you feel like a creep. You just can't take it anymore.

You take a shiny, piece of metal to make it feel better, don't you?

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