I’m sick of these cuts
All over my arms
I’m sick of people judging me
And being all alarmed.
I hate the way they look
And how they make me feel
I wish they’d go away
But scars don’t exactly heal.
I wish I wouldn’t have done it
But hey…what can ya do?
And I am truly sorry
For the hurt I put people thru.
Sometimes I still feel lonely
And think some people don’t really care
But I just gotta remember
A true friend is very rare.
I cannot be afraid of life
Or what it throws my way
I can no longer live in fear
Every single day.
We all have our share
Of ups and downs
Without them (wtf)…
How would the world go round?
I still have the urge to cut
Even tho its so deep inside
But I hold back and fight it!
Sometimes I even cry.
I cant change the past
Or what I've done
Now I can only promise
I'll try not to run.
I realize now…
What I did was wrong
It showed I was weak…
Now I must be strong.


 
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