Alexa Ochoa


A Poem About Self Harm


Ugly, slut, attention whore
And more
These are just some names
People get called these every day
And i always do
Why listen just live your day

Scars scars and more scars
Are what appear on your arms
Why do you self harm?
Drop the blade
Don’t be afraid
You prayed and prayed
But yet you still felt like no one stayed

A day you eat a meal
But that’s your deal
You just want to be skinny
But honey
That ain’t pretty
Under that fake smile is someone who isn’t ready
Don’t do something you regret already

Being you
Is the best thing you can do
But this isnt you
Wheres the girl i once knew

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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