Cuts - Poem by Ashley Kolakowski
You see those cuts up her arms?
She hides her pain with a fake smile and a blade.
No one knows her pain.
She is slowly dying.
You can only tell if you look into her sad green eyes.
Everyone says its for attention.
Really she is in depression.
Every chance she gets, she cuts herself.
Crying herself to sleep every night.
Wondering why she is stuck in this hell...
She says it will all be over soon.
Her day is coming...
To take her life
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