3- I Don’t Know What To Do Poem by Rae Rae

I don’t know what to do
I don’t know why I do this

I always thought 'I could never do this. I would never try this'
or 'how could this help. I couldn't do that to my self'

but now look at me and my scars
its all changed now

now I see a needle, blade, anything sharp
when I’m stressed or want it to end then

... i just want it...

I want to see its sharp edge run down my skin
and the blood bubbles form from it

running, lifting, screaming, fighting cant do it like it use to
its like a drug the more you do it the more you need to get off on it

(still continues)