my poem :)


1. Cut

The tears drip sore,

with misery.

i am cut.


im tired or feeling so lost, so numb.

my scars would be so hidden if you looked me in the eye.

i feel alone.

even with you.

i am cut.


i dont want to be afraid,

of loving,

i dont want to be afraid of dying.

be my friend,

hold and help me.

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