Never Again. Poem by jaclyn jackson

My skin is clear
My skin is clean
My skin hasent been bleeding,
I feel sad,
But not so bad to were im letting my envy bleed.
Its not worth my skin tearing into 2
Its not worth seeing scars on my legs.
Im not the same girl I was 6 months ago,
Feeling depressed, Sad and really low.
When people talk about cutting themselves
all the bad memories come back,
I think about how everynight I would have the broken peice of
glass up against my skin,
Causing a sin,
Asking myself over and over again
Why?
Why me?
Will I ever stop and think of what this is causing me?
Never again will I break that same sin,
Never again will I re-live that again.